A boy won’t log out of my Netflix account | Maia’s Inner Monologue

Dear readers, 

Annika Morris | Senior Graphic Artist

We’re taught from an extremely young age that sharing is caring. And you know what? Until about a month ago, I agreed.  

It all began innocently enough. I went to hang out with this boy who I’d been talking to on Hinge. He had what I called the “trifecta”: he was extremely tall, intelligent and kind — all of which are qualities I look for in a boy. Despite the fact that he is not Jewish, which is not my usual preference, I decided to break my rule just this once — the Jew guilt is real.   

Our little rendezvous began in his Northeastern dorm, where he opened the door for me and welcomed me in. As I entered, he suggested I make myself at home on his twin XL bed, which appeared almost too high for me to jump on. Obligingly, I settled in. 

Turning on his MacBook, he asked what I wanted to watch. I meekly suggested something off of Netflix.  

That’s when he dropped the bombshell — he didn’t know his Netflix password. Red flag number one. I thought nothing of it and, without hesitation, logged into my account on his computer. 

Okay, before you say anything, I assumed that he would log out afterward. In my defense, it had appeared to me that he had an account, but couldn’t remember the password at the time. 

Oh, Maia. Naive little lady. 

Little did I know that this seemingly innocent act of sharing would transform my Netflix account into the host of an unwanted visitor.

A boy won’t log out of my Netflix account. 

The first sign that something was wrong arose when I noticed unfamiliar titles on my “continue watching” list. As I scrolled, I noticed an eclectic mix of shows and movies that were clearly not my taste. To be more specific, “Uncut Gems” and “Oldboy.” 

Yes, I am exposing you. 

My friends told me that this was strange, and to be honest, I knew it was. I liked him though, so I didn’t confront him right away. In person, he didn’t strike me as odd or weird. He was sweet — I guess. 

However, this is where I realized how important it is not to ignore red flags even when you like someone.  

I struggled with the moral conundrum of changing my Netflix password as things continued. After all, a certain amount of trust and compromise is required for a relationship, situationship or whatever the hell this was. How much, though, was too much?  

I decided to overlook it. However, something caught my attention when I was signing into Letterboxd to log my review of Disney’s 1997 film “Hercules” as one does. 

That’s when I saw it. He had given “Uncut Gems” a rating and a review on his own Letterboxd as if he didn’t think I would notice. 

Was he not trying to be slick at all? At least try to hide it. 

In a fit of frustration, I finally mustered the courage to bring up the subject with him. 

I texted him, asking if he was still in my Netflix account, followed by a slew of random emojis to lighten the mood. 

His response? A simple “Uhhhhhhhh.” 

Are you bleeping joking?! I think I let out an audible gasp in the middle of the library when I received that text. I could not believe what I witnessed. 

Some nerve, Northeastern Boy. 

I honestly didn’t know what to say. So, naturally, I responded with an “um.” And you know what he said? “Ok, fine I’ll get off.”  

With that, my time with Northeastern Boy had come to an end with a lesson learned the hard way. 

Maybe sharing is caring. Just don’t share your streaming accounts with strangers you meet on Hinge. 

Stay safe out there. 



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  1. Lol, such a fun and lighthearted piece. Stay safe kids!

  2. This is the funniest article i’ve ever read. Makes me hate men. Beautiful beautiful writing.