The Netflix made me do it

There's really nothing worse:

...than being a 28-year-old woman who is madly in love with a TV show that Netflix categorizes as part of its teen programming. Somehow I just can't get enough of the endless drama, teen angst, athletic pressure, and down-and-dirty Texas drawl that seasons each delicious episode of Friday Night Lights. Clear eyes, full hearts can't lose.

...than trying to spend every waking moment avoiding the evil vacuum that is reality TV only to be sucked in by back-to-back episodes and full seasons of Teen Mom 2 and Basketball Wives. What is it about binge TV watching that makes me feel both dirty and satisfied? And don't even get me started on The Jacksons: A Family Dynasty. Not ok, yet oh-so-right.

...than staying up into the wee (and I mean teeny tiny) hours of the night, on a school night no less, just to watch the end of a show. Unfortunately, I have convinced myself to stay up past 2 o'clock in the morning more times that I'd like to admit.

This is my life now, please don't judge me.