Sometimes Netflix reaches out and gets ahold of you, and you can’t wriggle away even if you want to. You are going to sit there, hour after hour, watching episode after episode, occasionally pausing to click YES, DAMMIT when Netflix asks you “are you still watching?”
When I found out that all 180 episodes of Seinfeld are now streaming on Netflix, I thought to myself, well, just one episode, a little moment of 90s nostalgia—that should be fun.
Three weeks later, I’m still there, moving into Season Nine. Getting a lot of knitting done along the way.
Despite being in the bullseye of the target audience for Seinfeld back in the day, I rarely managed to watch an episode. But it was such a cultural phenomenon that it was impossible not to know the characters and basic situation of this comedy: four fairly awful people getting into cringey situations. Endless dating, no actual love.
I really did not expect to enjoy it so much. Bonus: when my son pops in to watch a few episodes with me, I get to point out references to things like the OJ trial and The English Patient. Sometimes we get screaming attacks of high-pitched belly laughs from a single word of dialogue or bit of physical comedy. It’s fun, and it is also enlightening in ways that can be uncomfortable. Some jokes that I would have been blind to at the time are embarrassing and wrong now. It’s good to have a record of these things.
If high-pitched belly laughs won’t get too much in the way of your knitting, settle in.