Netflix is taking over the world.
I’m kind of sad that the Blockbusters of the world will likely be nonexistent in coming years. I used to like showing up to rent movies in my pajamas during a sleepover. It made me feel like a really cool 8 year-old. And at Blockbuster me and my other 8 year-old girlfriends would consistently try to convince my mom to rent us PG-13 and/or R rated movies. One time I remember I (and my devious friend Sara) convinced my mom to let us rent ‘The Leprechaun’Â starring a midget and Jennifer Aniston:
I’m pretty sure we just picked that because the box reminded us of the ‘Goosebumps’Â book series covers and we were like ‘Omggg let’s totally watch this poorly made, early 90s horror movie after we make chocolate covered strawberries and prank call tonight.’Â
So we did.
And Sara definitely had to call her parents to go home at like two in the morning that night because she was ‘scared.’Â I was like what the heck, way to go Sara, you made me look like a fool for begging my mom to let us rent ‘The Leprechaun.’Â I thought you could handle it. Sleepover traitor.
I THOUGHT SHE COULD HANDLE IT
Guess she couldn’t and I was forced to sleep alone with my dog that night. Pretty sure Sara slept in between her parents.
Anyway, that’s an experience my kids likely won’t have because Netflix will own them. When they have sleepovers, I’m going to fill the Netflix queue will Bill Nye the Science Guy videos and tell them to have a Happy freaking Sleepover. I’m certainly not going to let them pull the shenanigans I did on my mom.
Peace, love, and Bill Nye