The NYT ran a story on post-binge-watching depression:
“It leaves you with a feeling of emptiness.” – Netflixer
Okay, let’s stop right there. This is stupid. Not just because it tries to validate a condition out of something that is not an inherent human need (for more instant streaming of admittedly great shows). To be sure, I too was sad to finish Aziz Ansari’s Master of None, which you know I love. I’m bummed when the House of Cards season is over. I was quite “upset” when I got through Daredevil.
But seriously, if you are sad because you are out of things to watch, it’s not a supply-side problem. It’s not that Netflix and other media providers have not created enough content for you, it’s that your interests are not broad enough. Seriously, when you’re done with Jessica Jones or what have you, go watch a documentary (yes! They have some on Netflix) on an issue you want to know more about. Watch a classic film, or Ted Talks or public debates. Truly, expand your tastes, and Netflix and others will respond in kind with more sophisticated, developed, even more-bingeworthy shows.
If that doesn’t work, try a book. They have some good stories, too.