you know, looking back on it, this show was really kind of fucked up.
Here’s the synopsis:
Charles, a college student, moves in with the Powell family as the housekeeper, baby-sitter, and friend to the children. Along with his best friend, Buddy, Charles attempts to manage his life, especially college and girls, as well as tend to the family….
Okay. Does anyone remember the Pembrokes? and they mysteriously “transferred” to another city? And Charles stayed in the house. and in moved the Powells, who just, you know, accepted that a single male college student in acid wash jeans and a flipped up collar lived in their basement. And sure, he could stay there and take care of the two hot teen daughters (c’mon, the taller one would have been hot if they got rid of that french braid and high waisted pants) and help out the single mom. And of course his horny girl-obsessed friend Buddy could just walk in at any time and grab something from the fridge and hang out with the girls. REALLY? SERIOUSLY WHERE THE FUCK ARE THE PEMBROKES?? AND WHAT THE FUCK IS MRS. POWELL THINKING? Charles is in charge of your daughters first kegstand and subsequent loss of virginity is more likely. And the Powells dad who was always just ‘away’ somewhere? Grandpa Powell, at least, when he DID show up, seemed to catch on that something wasn’t quite right about this situation. Not that anyone’s gonna listen to an old man anyway.
*Special note for those of you who read all of this: I remember the first sex dream I ever had was about Buddy from Charles in Charge when I was about 12. I woke up totally grossed out by my subconscious’s hookup choices, even then. But I guess it was a step in the right direction, considering my biggest crush before then was Don Karnage, the cartoon fox pirate from Tailspin.