I was part of the generation of children that “The Simpsons” was bound to corrupt.

On Dec. 17, 1989, when the series began with a Christmas special, “Simpsons Roasting on an Open Fire,” I was an enthralled 7-year-old. I was hooked from the first d’oh. I had a Simpsons-themed birthday. I was Bart for Halloween in third grade.

Watching over...