I am always deeply offended when Netflix suggests a movie they think I would like and it turns out to be the polar opposite of anything I would ever be interested in. “Here’s a movie we thought you would enjoy. It’s about little innocent orphan babies who are murdered in a violent and gruesome way. They end up getting beaten to death with giant foam fingers while crawling through a field of cotton balls. It’s called Cilantro Crimes of Passion. We just know that you will love it, based on your rating for 28UP and Kolya”.

It’s the same feeling I would get if Keith called me Nancy. I feel betrayed.

But maybe I’m too sensitive.