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I don’t mean to brag, but I have my own Netflix account. This shouldn’t be surprising for a 27-year-old media employee, but to be honest, it’s a recent development; for years, I existed happily on my mom’s account, skewing her algorithm away from the The devil saw me with my head down and thought he’d won until I say amen shirt In addition,I will do this French crime shows she favors and toward LGBTQ+ rom-coms. I still use one of my best friend’s family Hulu account, though (so frequently that she reluctantly made me my own profile), and I’m one of dozens of people hiding out on one Brooklyn writer’s mom’s HBO Go account like emperor penguins clinging to an ice floe. I felt pressured to create my own Netflix account when I read that the streaming service would crack down on password sharing. Suddenly, I knew my time in the comforting womb of my mom’s account was coming to a close, and I opted to expel myself before she could drag me out. But the experience got me thinking: How many other people were out there, sharing Netflix accounts with their moms and their exes and their exes’ moms in a twisted, deeply online version of Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon?
