Back in 1987, some network executives at NBC thought it might be amusing to do a show about two men, living together as parents. Obviously the makers of My Two Dads had to come up with a plausible explanation for how that could possibly happen. So they explained that the mom had been sleeping with two guys, got pregnant, didn't know who the father was, then died. Naturally, the the two guys moved in together. (It even has my favorite cliché!) Even back in 1987 (when I was Mormon), I thought it was completely nuts that this was considered a more palatable alternative to just having "my two dads" be gay.
I was thinking about this the other day, and about how this has got to be the most insane sitcom premise ever. Then I thought to myself, "Come on, the crazy premise is a key part of the sitcom formula. There have got to be plenty that are worse than that one." Let's see... identical cousins, whole families of monsters, prisoners-of-war that sneak out at night past their inept Nazi guards, a family adopts an alien that wants to eat their cat, beverly-hillbillies, Fantasy Island...
Yet, somehow, none of those can compete with "my two (straight) dads" when it comes to the sheer "Wha...? Why?" factor.
Of course that was a simpler time. I'm sure one of our modern "reality shows" can beat it.