Netflix: our generation’s equivalent of hogging the landline. Families don’t fight over the phone now, but they do fight over whose turn it is to stream (that three-maximum-open-windows-at-a-time rule creates more disputes than the 90 percent-of-data-used text). When you do snag some screen time, it’s in your best interest to keep the window open for as long as possible. Thus, the Netflix binge was born. Everyone has binged watched Netflix at some point before, whether it be Gossip Girl, Friends, House or Parks and Rec. Winter Break is an optimal time to binge watch, as there is no homework to be done or roommates to judge you for watching Netflix all day. All good things must come to an end, however, and these losses must be mourned accordingly. This break, I experienced the five stages of grief after watching the entire series of Sex and the City. It feels like I just watched the pilot episode, but in reality, I raced through all six seasons. It’s only mildly embarrassing.Then I grieved the loss. Grief comes in five stages: denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance.
Denial: “This CANNOT be the last episode. There’s no way. I’m sure there’s another season.”
Anger: “What do you mean this is actually the last one?” [Throws laptop against the wall]
Bargaining: “I can watch the movies. There’s basically the same thing. I’m sure I can enjoy them too. Probably.”
Depression: “What will I do without this show? Now I don’t have anything to do. How will I fill my time?”
Acceptance: “The show is over. I loved it for what it was, and I will love it forever.”
And with that, we move on. Of course…that just allows us to emotionally invest ourselves in the next series.
