Ralph has the decency to stand away from the bed. He just looks so pitiful, standing in the corner all by himself. I sigh, patting the spot next to me. Sure, he’s an annoying jerk, but he came here and hasn’t gloated about anything. It’s more than I would’ve expected from him.

For once, I’m all musical-ed out, so I tell Brie to put on A Different World.

“What is that?” Jack asks, peering over Brie’s shoulder.

“I don’t know.” She swats at him. “And I don’t care, as long as it’s good.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” I say, holding up a hand. “Are you guys telling me that you haven’t seen A Different World? The classic television show that is available for streaming in its entirety, easily accessible to watch?”

“You can’t expect everyone to know about your retro interests,” Ralph says, shrugging.

I fix him with a glare. That shuts him up.

“I can’t believe this,” I say, tossing my head back. “I need more black friends.”

“Come on, Simone. It was on before we were all born.” Brie rolls her eyes, pulling the show up on her screen. “Sadly, we don’t all have your extensive knowledge of eighties culture.”

“It’s the nineties!” I smack my hands against my lap. “And it’s a black classic. I’m sure all of you have seen at least one black classic, probably Fresh Prince or something.”

“Fresh Prince is different,” Ralph says. “It was syndicated.”

A Different World was syndicated, too. Probably.

“I mean.” Jack nervously glances at Brie. “If it’s a black thing, that would explain why none of us—”

“Oh my God.” I toss my head back. “It’s just a general classic. I’m sure you guys have seen Friends, and that was on before we were born.”

“That’s not fair,” Jack says. “Friends is always on.”

“And it started, like, a few years before we were born,” Brie says. “So it doesn’t really count.”

Ralph nods. “It’s a false equivalency.”

“Friends sucks ass,” I say, crossing my arms. “How did they live in New York for all of those years and only meet one black person? It was probably the whitest show on TV. Annnnnnd Ross was such a jerk. Rachel should’ve ended up with Joey. He was actually nice to her.”

Silence. Ralph has this look—raised eyebrows and a frown—but he doesn’t argue with me. Jack’s eyes are wide.

“Well,” Brie says, pointing a finger at me. “You’re not wrong there.”

“We’re not saying we won’t watch your show,” Jack says, reaching for the Doritos. “We just don’t know what it is.”