No Mercy / No Malice

H-B-Oh No!

Moving HBO to a Netflix strategy will be a terrible mistake

Editor’s Note: No Mercy/No Malice is a column from Professor Scott Galloway, where he shares various reflections on business, tech, and life on his mind each week.

From the age of 25–40, my range of emotions could generously be described as “narrow.” I loved nobody, and the only real emotions I felt were satisfaction or disappointment from my ambition as I howled in the money storm. My approach to life could best be summarized as “I want more, fucking more.” Problem is, “more” started getting harder to define. During that 15-year period, I laughed out loud a lot less than before and didn’t cry once. Not once.

The only time I ever really “felt” anything was under the influence of media, in particular TV. A hundred years from now, TV will be recognized as the defining art form of our age.

• The final scene from the series finale of Six Feet Under, as we see the deaths of all the characters we’ve come to know over the last seven years
• Michael (Six Feet Under) realizes he’s on the bus that killed his father and begins to sob
• A mob soldier (Sopranos), seeing no way out, looks at photos of his family at the Shore and, clinging to seashells from the…