I just noticed a Netflix miniseries about a grandfather in Ohio they tracked down and put on trial for being a particularly evil Nazi prison guard, and HELL, YES, “add to my list,” even after I spent my weekend being gutted by Unbelievable and American Son and no, really, men who might like me, I SWEAR I’m fun.
Perhaps a good first-date policy would be to see your intended’s Netflix queue BEFORE you say, “I’ll watch anything you want, except documentaries — ugh.”
You hear that? That was my legs clamping shut, and there they shall remain. Kudos, sir — now we’re actually going to WATCH the movie. You might as well have said, “I’ll do anything you want, except learn.”
It’s not like I’m watching documentaries daily, but the only movie genre I’ve sworn off so sweepingly that I *wouldn’t* watch it next to someone I was trying to get with is a few categories of porn.
I suppose I’m glad we got that out of the way up front. But tread lightly, douchebro. Tread lightly.