My hip millennial stepsister is living her best life (and mine) in Brooklyn. Obviously, her approval means A LOT, and I’m terrified that one day she’ll do the math and realize how old I am. But for now I’m still in her wheelhouse thanks to none other than (wait for it)…Netflix. For years we’ve exchanged and bonded over new and obscure Netflix series. In my head I imagine her casually telling her friends over matcha lattes and poke bowls that she has this older sister who lives in the Philly suburbs “who’s actually really cool and interesting and has great taste in shows.”
But lately I’ve run into a problem. I can’t find anything to actually watch. The other night I spent 45 minutes scrolling through an endless, pathetic loop of “binge-worthy” and “trending now” picks and still came up empty. With Netflix’s current catalog of over 1,500 shows, how is this even possible (#askingforafriend)? I rarely quit anything, but my Netflix profile is basically a string of questionable choices and abandoned shows.
I did a little research and apparently, I’ve come down with a serious case of #Netflixfatigue. (Saturday Night Live even spoofed it in this hilarious sketch.)
I saw my stepsister last week and fessed up to my obviously first world problem. She suggested subscribing to an e-newsletter called Watching that breaks down all the new content, but that sort of sounds like hiring a math tutor for the summer.
If you have any good shows to recommend, I’ll gladly take them, but in the meantime, what I really need to do is Shut. It. Down. School’s out, the sun’s shining (at least for now) and plenty of summer fun awaits.