Curiously everybody who’s youngish in San Francisco basically concedes the accuracy of this account, even though it doesn’t make any sense. Despite all the counter-culture stuff and intellectual, entrepreneurial ethos, there’s this deep seated, subconscious feeling among the younger generation that San Francisco’s best suited for the domestic ennui of married life. Picnics, baby strollers, opiate smiles and the like. The cause for this is the television sitcom Full House.
Full House ran from September 22, 1987 to May 23, 1995 on ABC. Everything anyone born between 1972 and 1988 thinks deep down about San Francisco can basically be attributed to this show.
But what we think now isn’t relevant because back in 1990 our impressionable, Freudian little minds were conditioned to link San Francisco with the edgeless, wholesome tyranny of Danny Tanner’s domestic bliss. The show’s producers weren’t trying to construct a highly specific collective unconsciousness. They weren’t trying to destroy San Francisco’s singles scene. But screw those bastards because they did.
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