Goodbye, Netflix

After about thirteen years of being a loyal customer of Netflix, the time has come for me to say goodbye.

This isn’t an easy decision for me.  I have been with the company since my mid-20s, back when Blockbuster stores were still on every street corner, and well before the online streaming technology or content was available.

Given that I’m a conservative, one might be inclined to believe that my choice to leave Netflix is predicated upon the company’s most recent decision to partner with Barack and Michelle Obama’s new company, called “Higher Ground Productions,” to produce loads of new content.  In a way, I guess that’s correct.  But this choice by Netflix has not alone led me to this decision.  Rather, this was the straw that finally broke the camel’s back – the latest in a series of indicators that the network has become little more than a propaganda arm for radical left-wing political actors.

Allow me to lay out the evidence.

A little over a year ago, my now-eight-year-old son and I began watching Bill Nye the Science Guy on Netflix.  I never really watched the show as kid, because by the time it hit the airwaves in the mid-’90s, I was already in high school studying chemistry and physics in textbooks and had outgrown the goofiness of the show.

But my son liked it, and we watched it together from time to time.  It really is a pretty good show for children, though it now seems a relic of a time long past, when such shows were just produced to educate children in a fun way, rather than indoctrinate them via leftist political messages peppered into the content.  More on this in a moment.

It wasn’t long after we began watching Bill Nye the Science Guy that the Netflix exclusive Bill Nye Saves the World launched. Gift Card i... Check Amazon for Pricing.

As The Independent puts it, Nye’s new “science show aimed at adults” famously “jumps the shark” in its inaugural efforts by having Rachel Bloom join the show for Episode 9, titled “The Sexual Spectrum.”  She performs a song called “My Sex Junk,” in which she utters such thought-provoking scientific lyrics as:

This world of ours is full of choice, but must I choose between only John or Joyce?

Are my options only hard or moist?  My vagina has its own voice.  Not vocal chords, but a metaphorical voice. …

Cause my sex junk is so, oh, oh, oh, much more than either/or, or, or.

Power bottom or top off, versatile love may have some butt stuff.

Now, this is all incredibly stupid and disgusting.  But Netflix has a right to produce stupid and disgusting content just like anyone else, I thought.

The interesting thing is that none of this seemed, to me, to be targeting an adult audience, at least in any coherent way.  As Gizmodo’s review aptly observes, the show “delivers so little information in such a patronizing tone it’s hard to imagine a toddler, let alone a sentient adult, enjoying it.”

True as that may be, I certainly didn’t want my son happening across this show believing it was anything like Bill Nye’s other show that we had been watching.  The thought troubled me, so I became careful in ensuring that my kids watch shows only among the children’s selection of the Netflix library.

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