I never really watched The Jetsons; the second-fiddle, space-age corollary to The Flinstones, whom I knew primarily as cereal, vitamin, and Dixie cup salespeople anyway.
It was all dated, inoffensive proto-Simpsons humor to me, so I suppose without the irony and cynicism endemic of my generation’s entertainment, animated nuclear family sit-coms of yore were just corny and dull.
I have nothing against the Hanna Barbera era of cartoons, but this vintage, water-logged collection of space jokes and barely qualifying punchlines from a musty basement did nothing to dissuade me of my formal dismissal.
Another fun little book from Charlton Press, this one features the comic strip adventures of the Jetsons. There's actually a couple of sublime chuckles in this one, and a cameo by another famous Hanna-Barbera character, so it's rather readable.