Pretty sure I’m on my 100th rewatch of Friends—and I’ve realised something: When I was younger, I didn’t get Phoebe. Rachel and Monica felt more relatable. But at 37, she makes total sense. The only woman without drama. She dates, breaks up, moves on. That cop she lived with? One red flag, and she packed up and left. No tears, no mess. Meanwhile, Rachel is stuck on we were on a break, and Monica is tangled up in Richard and his mustache.