Paradise… Lost?

I came across this New York Times article yesterday, and I about fell out of my chair laughing.  I’m curious: does this hit home for anyone else as it did for me?

And so began their siege in this new trench on the front lines of American marriage: the shared Netflix queue.

Peter and I have had at least two incidents of sneaking a movie to the top of our Netflix queue without the other person’s consent.  The first was when I was anxiously and eagerly awaiting the arrival of “Ratatouille” (that animated movie about a Parisian rat that cooks) and “Contact” (that alien movie with Jodie Foster) showed up instead!  When one is expecting animated mice to delight and entertain and one is instead greeted with Sagan-styled philosophy, one can be moderately disappointed.

But we’ve certainly had our fair share of these experiences:

Ms. Bonner practically blushes when she remembers one surprise. “I’d heard the name ‘High School Musical’ a lot, and I knew nothing about it,” she said. She thought, “Why is it making such a big splash in the headlines?” as her finger pressed the button adding it to the queue. “That was kind of a miss for our household.”

For us, it was “Knocked Up.”  Uh…what was so funny about this movie?  I didn’t get it.  I still don’t.

Right now, “Twilight” sits in its envelope on our coffee table.  I watched it.  Twice.  Peter fell asleep halfway through.

“Becoming Jane” is up next.  Peter likes Anne Hathaway, so maybe he’ll endure it.  But that Peter Kline, he’s sneaky.  I never can underestimate his Netflix tricks.