The show has aged well. Only I no longer focus on the vintage 90s quirkiness. Rather, it feels like every one of us has a Jerry, Elaine, George and Kramer inside. A Jerry who's cerebral and urbane, hence perpetually suppressing his irritation with other people's arbitrariness and incompetence. An Elaine whose sense of awe and romance gets chipped away every day by the big city's school of hard knocks. A George whose parents never gave him a chance and if he could get up on a rooftop and scream he would. And a Kramer who's perceptive and intuitive - very much his own person, in fact - in a society that has no use for either quality. So there we have it: A tale of surviving in the modern world without cutting one's wrists.
Review of Seinfeld
