Slate points out that ugly-ass teevee husbands are having some hot wives. While one could easily chalk it up to aging-boomer male fantasy (get old, fat, and loserly and still score!) I thought this take was interesting as well:
In portraying husbands as lousy parents, marginal breadwinners, and repellant sexual partners, the fat-husband sitcoms convey a persecution fantasy that rises from the same swamp of resentments as these books do: "Yes, I'm supercompetent and I even look great, despite all the crap I have to deal with, and, yes, that's my husband over there, the fat, useless one scratching his nuts."
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