It’s so nice to rewatch the TV series Suits right now! During its time, it was one of my guilty pleasures, partly due to its valorization of both occupational and people skills, and partly because it provided glimpses of my old hometown, Toronto, which (once again) stands in for the show’s setting of New York City.
Suits is back in a big way thanks to Netflix, which is currently showing its first eight seasons (there are nine, but for rights reasons, Netflix can’t show the last one). It’s the latest in a set of old shows — Friends, The Office, Breaking Bad — that got a renaissance thanks to Netflix.
I’ve been binging it as “video wallpaper” in the background while working on articles. You might think that it might be distracting, but I’ve found it to be inspiring and motivating. (I also find that if I’m ever stuck on a programming problem, putting the original Iron Man movie or the audiobook version of The Martian in the background gets me un-stuck.)
And of course I’m a fan of the show. Where do you think Harvey Specter gets his style tips from?
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The first season of "Suits" delighted me. Sharp and witty with the banter and the legal challenges. Each succeeding season was a step by step march into the miserable glop of pointless soap opera plots that never ended. Only sheer inertia kept me watching until the end.