Somewhere in the world someone is watching you do that thing you did, or someone soon will be. It doesn’t feel even mildly controversial to call you the most important woman in the history of television comedy — meaning no disrespect to Carol Burnett, Tina Fey and Mary Tyler Moore — or television, period.

“I Love Lucy” itself, which will celebrate its 60th birthday in October, even now still feels contemporary and timeless, recognizably modern and rooted in old theatrical verities.

On a purely visual level, the decision of husband, business partner and co-star Desi Arnaz the man who invented multi-camera comedy, to make the show on film gives it a continuing vivid presence. It looks as good now as it ever did: crisp, clear and immediate — better, probably, given digital remastering and sharper TVs. And the stories, though sometimes thick with complication, are elemental in what drives them: The jokes are built on character, not on passing cultural references and ironic puzzles that future audiences will need footnotes to understand.

Viewed carelessly from a distance the series might seem to reflect a common view of the 1950s, that it was a decade of almost enforced, picket-fence normalcy after the social somersaults of the Second World War: father at work, mother at housework — the suburban dream world we see in many 1950s comedies.

But “I Love Lucy,” which spanned that decade, offered something quite different. Its characters are (relatively) sophisticated urban apartment-dwellers who eat in restaurants and go to nightclubs and travel to Europe. Age and Fred Mertz’s perpetual grumpiness apart, they’re youthful, often childish adults. They play pranks and make dares, they sing and they dance. Even with Little Ricky to look after, and occasional intimations of tight money, they are remarkably carefree. I was born the same year that “little Ricky” well actually their real son Desi Jr. was born.

Ball was already 40 when “I Love Lucy” premiered, on Oct. 15, 1951, and 49 when the show it became, “The Lucy-Desi Comedy Hour,” aired its final episode, on April Fools Day 1960.

Just by looking at the shape of avocado, you will see the reason why it was associated with sexuality. The Aztecs called the avocado ahuacuatl, or “testicle tree.” They thought the fruit hanging in pairs on the tree resembled testicles. The Catholic priests in Spain found this fruit so obscenely sexual that they forbade it.

This reputation carried through time and cultures. In the 1920’s, an American avocado advertising campaign denied the aphrodisiac properties with the hope of tempting people to indulge in the forbidden fruit. The reverse psychology worked and Americans began nibbling the fruits of temptation in stealth.

In 2001 the California Avocado Commission conducted a survey to investigate the folkloric history of the avocado’s aphrodisiac reputation. Findings released stated that 63% of those polled believed in the avocado’s aphrodisiac reputation.

Although the Aztecs may not have been equipped to explain it, modern science has given us insight into the fruit’s aphrodisiac reputation. We now know that avocados deliver a punch of nutrients essential to sexual health, including beta carotene, magnesium and vitamin E, (which is sometimes called the “sex vitamin“). An avocado also delivers more potassium than a raw banana. It even offers 2.4 grams of protein for every 1/2 cup of fruit, an essential ingredient for a successful late night tango.

Avocados are most often served raw. In Brazil avocados are used in desserts, folded into ice cream, baked in batter or served with sugar and milk. maybe they know something about the “love” fruit.

If you are one of those people who thinks that every baby is beautiful, bless you, I am not one of those people and folks like us at some point will have to deal with a friend thrusting their adorability-challenged baby (or photographs of the same) into our field of vision and what’s more, they will expect some compliment or at least a response.

All of this came into a new light after I became a grandfather this week…of course I find my grand daughter an angel sent down from heaven but I am sure not all who gaze upon her will feel the same.

I think it is easier to compliment than deal with the repercussions unless you are on Seinfeld.

So as public service, I present the five tips on complimenting the parents of an ugly baby without simply lying…well lying is a viable option.

1. When lying, do not go overboard.  For example, “Holy Mother of God!  Did the angel come down from Heaven reside with you for nine months and then travel down the birth canal to bless the earth with his beauty?!” is a tip-off that you’re a liar.  And possibly insane. “How adorable” will suffice.

2. Focus on one feature.  Cheeks are a good, traditional and safe choice.  You want to avoid complimenting the baby’s pinky.  Anything non-facial screams “ugly”.

3. You can’t miss with the “he has your eyes.” Unless the parent or the child is a cyclops or an eye infection at the time of course, so you may want to clear that up in advance.

4. Act like Nostradamus. Make a ridiculous prediction about the future. “Oh, she’s going to be a heart breaker!” or “You’ll need a long stick to keep the girls away from this one!” are good bets. It is unlikely they are going to remember seventeen years later and come looking for you. “They do amazing things with plastic surgery” can be implied.

5.”Ooh, I want one!” Although this comment technically has nothing to do with the baby’s appearance, the new parents will embrace your envy as a sign of the child’s appeal.

Good luck!  Now, if I share a picture of my beautiful grand daughter with you be kind.