I find myself quite susceptible to the opinions of others. This is particular true in the case of movies, TV shows, and other forms of entertainment. I remember forcing myself to like certain rock groups (particularly Yes) when in high school because of how much some of my friends enjoyed it. To the same degree, I found my enthusiasm for Michael W. Smith diminish when one of my friends belittled some of his songs. Another example is the movie Daredevil (with Ben Affleck). I actually enjoyed watching the director's cut of the movie (the theatrical version deserved much of the bile it received), but I hesitate in saying so because 1. most people don't care and 2. those who do care usually vilify Ben Affleck's portrayal of any superhero (I had no problem with him as Batman in the latest movie; I just had a problem with Batman).
Case in point: I have been looking forward to the Iron Fist series on Netflix since it was first hinted at before the first season of Daredevil (not to be confused with the above-mentioned movie) was released. As we came closer to its release date (a week ago, last Friday), my anticipation only grew. However, then the reviews started coming in--and almost none of them were positive. Suddenly a show that I had considered binge-watching without Janelle (called TV cheating) now holds almost no interest for me--and I haven't even seen an episode.
I wonder why I am so easily swayed. It doesn't seem to come from my parents. My father almost works in the opposite (e.g. tell him you don't like the Lone Ranger movie by Disney and he'll end up loving it). Meanwhile we still haven't been able to convince my mother to watch even one of the Harry Potter movies. Perhaps it's part of my ingrained desire to be liked--loved even--and to fit in. Still, it does depend on who's talking. I have yet to have someone convince me to like Jar Jar Binks.
Case in point: I have been looking forward to the Iron Fist series on Netflix since it was first hinted at before the first season of Daredevil (not to be confused with the above-mentioned movie) was released. As we came closer to its release date (a week ago, last Friday), my anticipation only grew. However, then the reviews started coming in--and almost none of them were positive. Suddenly a show that I had considered binge-watching without Janelle (called TV cheating) now holds almost no interest for me--and I haven't even seen an episode.
I wonder why I am so easily swayed. It doesn't seem to come from my parents. My father almost works in the opposite (e.g. tell him you don't like the Lone Ranger movie by Disney and he'll end up loving it). Meanwhile we still haven't been able to convince my mother to watch even one of the Harry Potter movies. Perhaps it's part of my ingrained desire to be liked--loved even--and to fit in. Still, it does depend on who's talking. I have yet to have someone convince me to like Jar Jar Binks.
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