Some people like to watch.
I have a more embarrassing admission.
I prefer to re-watch.
Re-watching TV shows may seem downright irresponsible here in television's new golden age, when there are so many good shows, so easily available, that even a hard-core binger can't get through them all.
The hard-core binger is a familiar type by now.
She's the person who has already sprinted through the second season of "Orange Is the New Black" and is up to the minute on "Game of Thrones." She hasn't missed a single "Breaking Bad," she devoured the latest season of "House of Cards" in three days, and at this very instant she's searching for the next TV series that can keep her up until 3 a.m. night after night desperate for the next episode.
That's not me. Not anymore.
I belong to a counterculture, one that I sense is growing among exhausted, glutted bingers.
Call us the re-watchers.
"What are you watching lately?" someone asked me the other day.
"'Scandal,'" I said.
Every episode available on Netflix. All three seasons.
For the second time.
But at a far more leisurely pace than the first time.
My friend looked shocked. She had no problem with my watching the implausible, overwrought, yet creepily realistic "Scandal." She'd watched it too.
But of all the shows, on all the networks, in all the world, I was wasting my life watching that again?
If I was going to re-watch, couldn't it at least be something highbrow, like "The Wire"?
My pleasure in re-watching TV shows goes back at least as far as late-night reruns of "Friends," "Seinfeld" and "Sex and the City."
A rerun, just one, made a good nightcap back in those days, before TV was streaming and on-demand and didn't require a television.
My preference for re-watching series the newfangled online way, however, didn't begin until a year or so ago.