You know what Slothrop loves best about this show? That it takes place in an office. It takes the necessary first step of making television less goofy even when it's nothing but; it helps answer the complaint that T.V. is a waste of time because it ignores the realities of people's lives, where time is uber-condensed and people fall in love in ten minutes and divorced in the next ten. Yes, The Office is guilty of time fantasy compression for the most part, but at least it takes place in an office where you can intuit just how slowly time really moves when you're selling paper. It feels less like a fantasy and more like the Land of Dwight Schrute. And also Slothrop has been having recurring fantasies about becoming intimate, monkey-style, with Angela, that sultry, prudish whore.
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