Slate on judging your friends by their Netflix queue:

Some lists were tortured records of cultural duty: Dense classics would march solemnly towards the top, only to be demoted (as soon as watching them became a real possibility) and replaced by season three of Felicity , until finally all the most challenging films of the 20th century were pooled at the bottom of the list like dark sediment beneath a froth of romantic comedies. It’s the Netflix version of the divided soul: The end of your list is the person you want to be— Eraserhead , the eight-hour BBC Bleak House , the complete Werner Herzog—while the top is the person you actually are: Wedding Crashers, Scary Movie 4, The Bridges of Madison County.

I only have two Netflix friends – not enough data to notice any trends.