Just a few weeks after sharing my Netflix account with the girlfriend, things started to get weird.
Random movies began to appear in my personalized recommendations. Documentaries about exceptional people overtook the carefully curated selection of dark crime dramas and indie comedies that dominated Netflix’s suggestions for what to watch next.
That would have been ok, but then the children’s programming began to creep in. I was told that if I liked Spongebob Squarepants, there was a high probability that I would also like Dora the Explorer. But I didn’t like Spongebob Squarepants — hadn’t watched it in years, and then only grudgingly because I had two younger sisters.
Then the Humphrey Bogart and Audrey Hepburn movies began to appear. It was almost like I hadn’t seen a movie made in the previous 50 years. That was soon followed by the Masterpiece Theater PBS classics with Colin Firth acting even more stuffy and British than usual in Victorian costume dramas.
And that’s when I decided enough was enough, and I changed my password.
Source: Tech Crunch
