It always amuses me to browse through the DVDs that Netflix recommends to me. Its suggestions are divided into categories, which basically represent the different types of movies and TV shows that it thinks sum up my taste. The category names are ridiculous at times, but I can’t deny their accuracy. For example:
Heartfelt British Independent Movies (such as Once)
Netflix, get out of my head! And yes, I like to personify this nameless, faceless subscription service. Perhaps this stems from when I first got Netflix and told everyone that it was my new boyfriend. True enough, since we spent almost every night together. And if I imagine Netflix as a person trying to figure me out, I must seem a little all over the place. Most of my queue consists of dramas and animation. Adulthood and regression all in one place, or so it would seem. Then again, that sounds about right.