“Love is sharing a password,” reads a resurfaced 2017 tweet from Netflix. A virtual vow that has not aged well, following the streaming service’s U-turn as it starts cracking down on password sharing around the world. Enter: global outrage from, I’d wager, a large portion of non-cohabiting couples who secretly bathe in the knowledge that someone trusts them enough to share their account for a website they are, let’s face it, the least likely to unsubscribe to – and doesn’t mind their watch list now has multiple-personality syndrome.
It’s like a softcore version of giving someone a spare key for the first time. A sweet token of commitment (admittedly, far less painful and borderline cringe than tattoo-syncing à la Bennifer). I call it ‘micromance’, which essentially describes those small acts of intimacy that can make a big difference.
