The NY Times has an article about Netflix and its affect on marriage. The shared Netflix queue has become a sore spot in many marriages.
But for many couples, the queue — the computer list of which films will arrive next in the mail, after those at home are returned — is as important as everything else that spouses and other varieties of significant others share, from pet names to closet space to the bathroom. For some, this is fine. For others, the queue is the new toilet seat that somebody left up.
This article, to me, is hilarious. Mostly because I don’t think I could ever share my Netflix queue with anyone. Why? I have over 250 movies on my queue and even I don’t know how they got there. So how can I ever be expected to share my queue? Besides, whoever ends up with me is one lucky SOB; my Netflix queue is epic.
