Last night I binged-watched a series on Netflix called Atypical. It was about a family whose eighteen year old autistic son has decided its time for him to start dating. The series shows how having an autistic child impacts every member of the family in both positive and challenging ways. There is lots of love and antagonism, responsibility and irresponsibility, independence seeking and bonding as the family tries to get things right.
Atypical is the third Netflix series I’ve binge-watched. The other two are Offspring and Outlander. Offspring had six seasons with around a dozen episodes each and Outlander two seasons each with sixteen hour-long episodes. After both those instances of binge-watching I vowed not to binge-watch again because when I do I neglect many other important things in my life.
However last night when my husband abandoned our planned bike ride to watch the Blue Jays game I decided to binge-watch Atypical, a series that had been recommended to me. I wasn’t sorry. It was an engaging and interesting show and with only eight episodes each thirty to forty minute long I finished the series in one evening.
As I started to write this post I was wondering if I should hyphenate binge-watched or if it was even a word. So I looked it up and yes indeed it is a word. In fact the Collins English Dictionary chose ‘binge-watch’ as its word of the year in 2015. I also discovered that about 64% of North Americans binge-watch a television series at least once a year. So in that way I’m not atypical but very typical indeed.