This whole interview is great, but I nodded aggressively reading his take on streaming services:
So forty-five minutes later you have decided, by way of bitter compromise, what you are going to watch—which is not what you really want to watch, but you’re going to have to go along with it because three of the rotten members of your family have voted in favor of this thing and you’re on the losing side. You turn down the lights. You enter your fucking password. And the code comes along and it asks for your billing address.
And that’s only, like, half the rant. It’s beautiful.
[The New Yorker]








