I can think of few better ways to spend an afternoon of Fall Break than watching Boy Meets World reruns. The theme song, the thinly veiled moral written unapologetically into each episode, and the character named (without even so much as a snicker from any of the others) Topanga—could the makings of a teenage dramedy have come together more perfectly? Evidently, someone at Disney thinks so. That, or someone thinks revisiting perfection in the hollow name of ratings is worth corrupting the property of our pre-teenage weekday nights.
