And that’s no big deal. Right?

Well, no big deal until I tell you that I’ve never seen an episode of The Simpsons before. (Well, there was that time in the 90s when I saw part of an episode in Czech and I didn’t speak Czech at the time. Long story.)

When I came out on my Simpson’s virginity during the 400th episode hoopla, Tanya Espanya was desperately worried. “I, I don’t know what to say,” she gasped, capturing the general tone of response to this confession.

Let me be clear. I’m not anti-Simpsons. I love the idea of the The Simpsons. TV needs The Simpsons. America needs The Simpsons. It’s just that I’ve just never managed to

1) live in a country where it was available on TV

2) own a TV when it was on

3) know when it was on when I did have a TV and live in a country where it was available

So, today the planets lined up and I took my eight-year old son off to the movie theatre for the historic first viewing (not on TV, funnily enough.)

And what did I think? Well, I liked it. My son liked it too. It was funny and witty and we laughed. Out loud sometimes, especially in the first 15 minutes. I can’t say I busted a gut laughing, but it was an enjoyable 90 minutes.

I must confess that I expected the quips and humour to be slightly more hard-hitting and dark. Perhaps this expectation grows from having seen South Park and Family Guy which seem more biting than The Simpsons. Perhaps this had something to do with securing the all-important PG-13 rating. I don’t know.

But it’s OK because The Simpsons is the template. Without The Simpsons blazing the trail, none of these other animated commentaries on American life could have existed.

I’m glad I’ve finally seen it. I am a Simpsons virgin no more.

So you can stop worrying Espanya.