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Thanae Sideropoulos can’t wait for Sunday night’s “Breaking Bad” finale. One of the show’s millions of fans? Hardly. The Simmons College nursing student just wants the pressure to stop. “My family is obsessed with it—they’re always telling me to watch.”
If there’s a downside to living in the this Golden Age of television, it’s this: We’ve become a nation of televangelists, relentlessly badgering pals, loved ones, colleagues to tune into the shows we love. Friends don’t let friends miss “Breaking Bad.” Or “Homeland.” Or “Orange is the New Black.” Or “Game of Thrones.”
My husband, a man who hasn’t nagged me in 14 years of marriage, is suddenly on my back. “Have you made progress?” he asked recently. It was less question than accusation. He knew from our Netflix account that I remain stuck 11 minutes into season one, episode three, of “Breaking Bad,” one of his favorite shows.