Malcolm in the Middle is up on Netflix. I think it's been there for a couple months, but I only just got around to watching episodes again -- which I've been meaning to do for a long time. When I was a kid, it was one of my favorite shows. I'm glad that so much of it seems to have held up. They really nail the atmosphere of constant, random, capricious disorder at home and at school. I'm on episode 4 of season 1 now -- the one where Malcolm beats up a 7 year old kid, then has a crisis of self-worth because nobody will take his guilt seriously.
I'm not sure whether I'm going to keep watching it, because I'm not sure whether there are more points in the "This is a great show that I enjoy watching" column or the "This reminds me of way too many parts of my own childhood" column.
I may write something later about this, addressing the obvious connections between the media I watched growing up and the way my sense of ethics developed. For now, I'll just say I think it was probably good for me to watch a TV show that had the words "Life is unfair" in the theme song, then went on to prove it for a half an hour.
Also, I forgot that the theme song was by They Might Be Giants -- and I just didn't know in the first place that the rest of the music was them, too.