![]() ![]() But the experience got me thinking: How many other people were out there, sharing Netflix accounts with their moms and their exes and their exes’ moms in a twisted, deeply online version of Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon? Suddenly, I knew my time in the comforting womb of my mom’s account was coming to a close, and I opted to expel myself before she could drag me out. I felt pressured to create my own Netflix account when I read that the streaming service would crack down on password sharing. I still use one of my best friend’s family Hulu account, though (so frequently that she reluctantly made me my own profile), and I’m one of dozens of people hiding out on one Brooklyn writer’s mom’s HBO Go account like emperor penguins clinging to an ice floe. ![]() This shouldn’t be surprising for a 27-year-old media employee, but to be honest, it’s a recent development for years, I existed happily on my mom’s account, skewing her algorithm away from the French crime shows she favors and toward LGBTQ+ rom-coms. ![]() I don’t mean to brag, but I have my own Netflix account. ![]()
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