And before anyone asks: yes, I have seen every episode. Repeatedly. At this point, Hulu should honestly just give me partial ownership of the Miami house.
What’s interesting is that I never really get tired of it. I know what Sophia is going to say. I know Dorothy is about to stare into the camera like she’s reconsidering every life choice that led her to this kitchen. I know Rose’s story from St. Olaf is going to somehow involve livestock, a parade, and mild community trauma. None of this is new information to me. Yet every single night, there I am in my bedroom, turning on the same episodes like a 75-year-old retired woman trapped in the body of an exhausted college instructor.
Some people fall asleep to rain sounds. Some meditate. I apparently require four elderly women arguing over cheesecake at 1:00 a.m.
I’ve heard people connect “comfort shows” to anxiety, stress, nostalgia, trauma, neurodivergence, or emotional regulation, and honestly? I think there’s probably truth in all of it. The older I get, the more I think predictable things become comforting when life itself hasn’t always felt predictable. Fictional characters can start to feel strangely safe. Nobody leaves. Nobody changes much. Dorothy stays sarcastic. Blanche stays dramatic. Rose stays sweet. Sophia stays completely unhinged.
There’s comfort in knowing exactly what comes next.
And maybe that sounds silly to people who don’t have a show like that, but I think there’s something healing about returning to the same place over and over when it feels familiar. Especially for people who grew up without a strong sense of stability or consistency. Some people had comforting childhood traditions, giant family dinners, or a house full of dependable people. I had reruns and sarcasm.
Honestly, not the worst trade.
At this point, the women from The Golden Girls have probably spent more nights in my bedroom than my first husband. And unlike real life, I know exactly what’s going to happen there. The conflict gets resolved in 22 minutes. Nobody stays mad forever. Somebody learns a lesson. Sophia insults someone. Roll credits. Emotional stability restored until tomorrow.
Maybe that’s the psychology of comfort shows. Or maybe I just need psychiatric evaluation and a lifetime Hulu discount.
