My husband has less discerning tastes and will watch almost anything, even if he isn't really interested. Why he continues to watch is beyond me. I have no problem with the off button, none.
He watches the stand-up comedy shows on Netflix, I don't. I have zero tolerance for being bombarded with profanity. Zero. None. Nor do I care about other people's sex lives. Nor do I care about 20-somethings, and 30-somethings and even 40-somethings mundane life problems. Been there, done that. There is nothing new under the sun.
As for movies or series - oh hey, I am not a teen or an adolescent. I don't care about their sex lives either. Nor do I care to be subjected to even more profanity from teenagers.
As you can probably tell, I have a problem with profanity. I have had a problem with it all my life. And, as I have talked about many times before, I still don't know why 'shit' is considered profanity - I think it is the only word that gets blipped on US television.
Anyway, we have started to just re-watch shows and movies we've seen before. That list is primarily British and Australian crime dramas and movies. Last night we re-watched "Unfinished Song" (also know as "Song for Marion") on Netflix. Such a lovely, intelligent movie. But most of all, the featured song was "Goodnight, my angel (lullaby) by Billy Joel. It was not just part of the soundtrack but it was a part of the story,
I am rather fond of lullabies -
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