I expect those new Netflix properties will become a smut-orama. It will be wall to wall perversion and political innuendos.
Maybe someday the pendulum will swing back the other way, a little closer to the moral codes of the Victorian Age. This might happen after God once again smashes Sodom and Gomorrah, which could be all of western civilization.
I’m enjoying the new season of Stranger Things, and occasionally Netflix has classical movies that I loved. I saw The Guns of Navarrone for the first time on Netflix, not to mentione several Hitchcock flicks I either never got to see (Vertigo), or got to see again (Birds). All sans smut.
There is of course no shortage of smut, which I avoid, or even worse, boy on boy sex scenes (I immediately turn those off after giving them a thumbs-down rating).
It’s a valuable outlet, but mixed, and you do get a chance to make your feelings about individual items known by rating them. A new Meghan, Obama, or Kamala show could get an unequivocal thumbs down. So I’m for taking the good, striking back at the bad, and keeping my subscription going (ok, my grown son’s subscription that he lets me partake in).