Today I uttered the words, "Oh, fuck off." It's not the first time, and it's likely to happen again. What makes this remarkable is to whom, or rather what, these words were spoken: my netflix account.
Netflix has dared to suggest (yet again) that I might be interested in watching some long-winded documentary about climate change. It concerns me that there would be so many long-winded documentaries about climate change to even watch, but that's not the point at all.
I think it's a well known fact that people have good days and bad days. On said bad days where I might be struggling just to see the necessity of sunlight or provide myself with the basic needs in life - you know, those days where having a glass of water or bothering to eat seems pointless because I've got other shit to do and I'll just have to do it again tomorrow anyway. I'm not saying it happens all the time, but yeah, those days.
Even though I can almost guarantee that my opinion on climate change is not the popular one, I am not unsympathetic to the notion of climate change. I don't actually want to get political - most days I'm even open to wasting my time on long-winded documentaries on any topic that provide any kind of perspective to accept or dismiss as my own.
It's just that... on those bad days, why is any single person expected to bear the plight of the world on their shoulders? Why are the corners of the earth that still contain escapism flooded with more responsibility? We have long-winded documentaries telling us we are all individually on overload because we can't get away anymore, because technology makes us ultimately and always available, because society demands results and it demands them NOW.
So why is Netflix so determined to hold me solely responsible for climate change when I just want to watch Jackie Chan fight some dudes or watch Michael Cera awkwardly hit on women that will ultimately return his love?
There's no place for climate change in a coming of age story. Get it together, Netflix.
3:07 a.m. - 2014-05-29