Those old clips now feel like evidence, not entertainment. What was framed as chemistry was really a power imbalance in plain sight: an older male host, a younger actress, and an audience conditioned to laugh instead of flinch. Aniston’s practiced poise, her quick jokes, and her willingness to turn discomfort into a bit were survival skills, not consent. She did what so many women in the spotlight were trained to do — make it easy for everyone but themselves.

Seeing it through a modern lens doesn’t change what happened, but it does change us. The viral recirculation of these moments forces viewers to ask harder questions about what we cheer, what we excuse, and who pays the emotional price for our entertainment. The unease we feel now is a sign of progress: we’re finally noticing the harm that was always there.