Much like Keri Russell and probably all my friends’ dads, Netflix really wants me to watch The Diplomat right now. Like, really wants me to. The problem is, I don’t want to watch The Diplomat. This doesn’t seem to matter to Netflix.
Netflix wants me to watch The Diplomat so badly, I can’t even have 10 seconds for a little cry after finishing Adolescence without being forced to dive for the remote to stop Netflix autoplaying the trailer for The Diplomat. I timed it; Netflix has decided 10 seconds is enough time for you to wallow in your feelings, reflect on society, and credit the hundreds of people who spent years making that show, before you need to be directed to more content, more content, MORE CONTENT.