I didn’t want to like Happy Endings. Every fall, at least one network tries some dark magic in an attempt to resurrect Friends “for a new generation,” unleashes it on an unsuspecting public, and then blames some poor showrunner when it burns down the whole village in a fit of stupidity.

But Happy Endings charmed me. Mostly, Adam Pally charmed me as Max Blum — a hairy, horn-dog, no-good single gay dude. Max was the first gay man I’d seen on television who spent more time eating Cheez Whiz than applying “product.” The only gay thing about Max is that he sleeps with men — which is much closer to the real gay men I know. Not everyone is a Cam or a Mitchell, a Will or a Jack. In a weird way, Max is my TV avatar, too. Max dates men — and also likes the Bulls! I date women — and I also like pedicures! … Read More