When "The Golden Girls" premiered in the fall of 1985, it wasn't framed as a cultural corrective or a bold act of television radicalism. It was sold as a sitcom with a clever hook: four older women sharing a house in Miami, consoling each other, helping each other, advising each other, and talking candidly about sex. Oh, and there was plenty of cheesecake.
Our love of her films is pretty much the only cultural taste I inherited from her. I was about 10 when she first let me watch a VHS off the grown-up shelf. She picked Baby Boom. I might wonder what the appeal of a film about a high-flying 80s businesswoman inheriting a baby was to a kid were it not so plainly funny, spanning Keaton's talents from screwball to synonymous with comfort, and a curious lens on adult life.