When I first discovered the existence of made-for-television Christmas movies, maybe 15 years ago, they struck me as sentimental and anti-feminist. Also, they seemed to be made for older people.
The crop of Christmas movies released this year, broadcast most prominently on the Hallmark Channel, though increasingly rivaled by Netflix's holiday machine, are sprinkled with millennial bait.
As I neared the end of Our Little Secret, a Netflix Christmas movie starring Lindsay Lohan, I actually cried. What’s happening to me?
It's my relationship to rote sentimentality that has shifted. Recently I have felt so pummeled by stress and responsibility that I have found it difficult to turn on a compelling new television show at the end of the day.
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