Forty years ago, The Golden Girls first premiered on TV. At that time in the fall of 1985, I was—on the surface—your stereotypical fraternity boy , just like the shirtless guys you see screaming every Saturday in the stands of college football games: I could chug a keg beer (often upside down), I was addicted to sports and MTV, I feathered my hair, I pulled all-nighters, I ate Domino’s Pizza at midnight. The Golden Girls was not meant for a 19-year-old guy like me. I mean, four old women living