Mary McNamara: What I learned from 5 days of binge-watching YouTube
Sometimes you just have to cut your losses and get out. This was one of those times.
After five full days spent falling through the wormholes of YouTube, I finally had to wrench myself away. Even if it meant I would never know how to hydro dip my Nike Air Force 1s or see what happened when Morgan Adams' cat met Shane Dawson's cat for the first time, or make it even halfway through the Bucket List Family's 50 countries in 100 weeks.
Otherwise I feared my family would find me slumped over my laptop, clutching a reporter's notebook filled with strange and increasingly illegible phrases like "VSCO girls," "Vlog Squad," "Mukbang," "Jana Wedding," "Jeffree Star" and "Emma Chamberlain."
It had started, as madness often does, from a place of love. For years now, whenever I ask my younger daughter "What are you watching?"
