A confession

As the months of pandemia slide by I become increasingly aware of the role that Netflix and Prime play in keeping me/us from going completely nuts. Almost daily I receive suggestions for good watches. Goliath, the Queens Gambit, Offspring (one of my absolute favourites but that is because I have a crush on Asher Keddie), Shetland and of course Mrs Maisel. I could go on but I won't.

The confession is that I am a kinda trashy viewer, the cultural equivalent of the anti-christ. The suggestions are often duly noted but the notes stay on my desk and my TV is two stories up in the loft. Memory being what it is I end up watching something recommended by my TV or even something I just stumble across. I rarely channel shop like I was prone to do with TV. I have watched Emily in Paris ( pretty fluffy and I liked it). I watched Call My Agent (subtitles since my french is weak, liked it). Over Christmas I watched shameless schlock that I will not name but enjoyed. In the fall I was content with Justified, a hillbilly soap no less.

Recently I have fallen into watching Suits a series that has not garnered awards. I like it but think my poor grasp of the culture is revealed in having it pointed out to me that the female lead of interest is Meaghan Markle. Even I know that I should have recognized her. Incidentally I think she is quite good but of course that is my pattern.

I think the problem is that from ten to midnight I am just killing time until my life starts over. I could watch good stuff or bad stuff, I don't actually care.