However, today I'd like to focus on one African American who is not only loved by the nation for the years of laughter he has given us, but also for his famous fashion sense. I'm speaking of course, about the one and only...
When I was a child, I loved watching The Cosby Show. Turning on the TV and watching the Huxtables was like having friends over for dinner. There would always be laughter, sometimes tears, and no matter what color your skin, you were welcome. Looking back, the show feels innocent. Granted, it tackled some tough subjects on occasion, and dealt with what were at the time volatile issues. Still though, unlike much of what we see today, it did so without leaving you feeling jaded or sad. Instead, it left you hopeful.
The Huxtables were a wonderful presentation of an ideal American family. They loved and supported each other, their community, their neighbors, and their country. Sure, they disagreed and fought, there were sibling rivalries, misunderstandings, and sometimes the injustice of the world would shake their Brooklyn Brownstone, but in the end, you knew they'd be fine, because above all else, they cared for each other.
All of that is well and good, and is a source of fond memories for me, but it's not why I've chosen to salute Mr. Cosby. No, the reason I've chosen him today is because in the history of the modern world, no one has done more for tacky sweaters that this man.
I don't even feel it requires commentary. Mr. Cosby, I raise my cup of Jell-O Puddin' to you!