A few years ago, back when I was pregnant and working at a very scary job at a PR firm with a redheaded boss who yelled a lot, Trent and I decided to get a Netflix membership. There were a few reasons for this, mostly because we were too cheap (read: poor, unwed, pregnant) to get cable and both of us worked all the damn time, so it was easier to have movies come to us then try to schedule ourselves around when things would be on TV. We kept our membership for about a year, and I used to get so excited when I’d see that red envelope sticking out of my mailbox. After a while, though, the film industry seemed to go into a slump and we ended up renting more TV show seasons than anything else. Someday I’m going to have to figure out how to explain to Lucy that her birth story includes myself being interrupted during a very emotional episode of One Tree Hill, and that will be a sad day, indeed.
After Lucy was born and I decided to stay home and do freelance work for a few months to get away from the scary redheaded woman, we ended up finally cancelling Netflix and getting cable. I was home all day and was so bored and sleep deprived, and damnit! I needed my VH1 fix! When I went back to work full time, we cancelled the cable again, as once more we had no time for it, so what was the point?
This Christmas, after looking at our last 2 months of Blockbuster bills, we decided to give ourselves the gift of Netflix. And already, after less than a month, we’ve gone through almost all the movies in our que and are back to TV shows. Have you ever seen Dexter? Holy crap, get Showtime or rent it, please! Because that show is incredible. And it actually did the impossible. After watching 3, 1-hour episodes last week in one sitting, Trent looked at me and said, “Just so you know, this constitutes hanging out. With me. For 3 hours. Watching TV. And actually enjoying it.”
Who knew? All we needed was a clever little show about a serial killer that works as a blood spatter expert for the Miami Police Department to bring us together.
Netflix, bringing couples back to couch since 2000.
Alternative tagline: Bringing ‘effing anime back in to my life and making me want to jump out a ten-story window.
