In a post on his favorite five television housekeepers, Adam Finley listed some of the best household servants who served penthouse, futuristic home, or haunted mansion. However, someone very important was missing; someone who epitomized the uber-housekeeper. A person who not only took care of the house, but helped raise a practical brood of children.
I am, of course, talking about one Alice Nelson, who we affectionately know as simply Alice from The Brady Bunch. Sure, Florence Johnston had to deal with the rants of George Jefferson, and Rosie the Robot had to handle Elroy Jetson flying around the house in his jetpack, but Alice had to practically raise first the Brady boys and then the whole Brady clan by herself while Mr. Brady worked and Mrs. Brady drank a lot of coffee.
She was head cook and bottle washer, handyman, teacher, and scapegoat all wrapped up into one blue-uniformed, white-aproned whrilwind. And what did she get for it? A small room beside the washing machine and a boyfriend who wouldn't commit to a serious relationship.
So, raise your brooms and mops in a salute to Alice; housekeeper, philosopher and stateswoman.










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5-21-2006 @ 11:46PM
Dave said...
I always felt badly for Alice (I know, I'm a colossal dork). I mean, they make her wear a uniform, call them "Mr. Brady" and "Mrs. Brady," do ALL of the cooking/cleaning/housework (while Mrs. Brady sits on her arse all day doing God knows what) and worst of all, feign interest in their stupid and pointless activities. "Oh, you broke the photo that was meant to be a anniversary present? Well I'm so upset! Whatever will we do?" She was basically their indentured servant.
Yes, I know it was just a TV show. I've already made my dork-ness clear.
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