Office Space and Friends were such perfect suburban/urban versions of the 90s promise - by maintaining self-awareness and resolutely refusing to sell out, a stable and fulfilling life are yours, young white college-educated man, complete with a similarly young Jennifer Aniston type (or in less polished versions of the legend Janeane Garofalo) to be better than other people with, not only a reward but an assurance after the 70s-80s divorce era.

Because given a fair chance who could outcompete you, someone who DID sell out, someone who indulged their neuroses and flawed personalities without any buffering self-awareness? (And thus lacked the distance to properly appreciate and accommodate hers?) C'mon.