Which one is my brother …
… and which one is me?
My in-the-moment friends, I discovered–the ones who eat canned sardines for dinner and tend to let leases expire without finding new places to live–were also living hand-to-mouth on their Netflix lists (one had only three titles in her queue), while my more practical friends had lists long enough to keep them entertained for years, and–in the event of untimely deaths–to bestow upon their families generations of orderly, effort-free renting.
Slate's "Judging your friends by their Netflix lists."
