What if Saved by The Bell had flourished during the #CONTENT age? The PROBLEMATIC age where there must be thinkpieces and exposes and eviscerations of throwaway filler scenes? Taking the most trivial components of the pop culture zeitgeist, chewing it into a tepid mush, and regurgitating it to people craving that next sweet hit of righteously indignant outrage.
Outlets like Slate, Salon, and countless others are here to tell you what it all MEANS even though you never asked. This shilly-shallying around accomplishes nothing other than giving pretentious dickheads something to intellectualize on over beers in stemmed glasses.