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Why the Monkees are Good UX

This is a show from the 1960's, full of youth and culture and fun.  Built to be full of delights, to be commercially viable for kids and teenage girls.  Good music that can stand on its own, and an assemblage of character actors who can act the pants of of the 4 main costars.

The boys are young and handsome, innocent and charming, attractive in their own way.  Blank slates that we all can put our minds into.  You want to kiss them or be them, or maybe both.

But the references inside of each episode are countless, and I enjoy trying to count them all.

It is the ideal medium for a Lesson plan of what America was in the 1960's, or what we thought we were, or what we wanted to be.  There are enough names and old-fashioned props to fill an encyclopedia.  Their pad is similar to the internet, packed full of random goodies that you can stumble over.  Mid Century Thrift Store.

It is an easy way to digest history.  It looks like candy, but is actually full of protein.

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