Our modern nerd culture of chain watching seasons/series of a show and shipping cast and characters was born of the marvelous, campy shows from the 1960s and 70s. Shows like Gilligan’s Island. The plot is formulaic and doesn’t make a whole lot of sense if you think about it too hard, and the sets were obviously plastic, but it was always fun and the actors and show creators looked like they were having fun.
Gilligan’s Island was the first show I consumed in giant chunks as a kid. Nothing could make my weekend better than the words “Gilligan’s Island Marathon.” Its why I learned to program a VCR. The Professor and Maryanne were my first ship. And Gilligan’s Island made a subtle, but bold choice: their eye candy was a nerd. It wasn’t the Millionaire (dripping with wealth and social prestige), it wasn’t the Captain (the authority figure), it wasn’t the young, hip beatnik (though, it takes all kinds, I suppose): It was the academic. They made brainy sexy.
American cult pop culture is fun, usually cheesy, and part of our nerd heritage. Enjoy it for all its worth and for what has come because of it.