As a kid I somehow missed what an awesome male fantasy I Dream of Jeannie really is. To have a really hot girl in various sexy outfits constantly fawning over you, calling you master, and doing everything you say? It's better than reading Maxim!
Sure, Jeannie screwed up a lot, but part of the fantasy is that she's kinda dumb. How adorable! You don't want your woman getting too smart anyway. Next thing you know you're stuck with that uppity, independent, emasculating Samantha on Bewitched.
Does that read like heavy-handed sarcasm? It shouldn't. It should read like utter sincerity.