One of my biggest fears is being murdered and the true crime podcasts all go into deep dives calling me a loser and talking everything out of context to make me a good victim for their show.
There was one I saw about a girl murdered by some weird boy she knew and they’d gone deep into everything she was doing in the weeks leading upto it, how her diary showed she had a crush on someone but then they went into details about how that guy didn’t like her… it didn’t even add anything to motive or means, it was just an aside about the vixtim being unpopular.
While my wife watches them, I find myself asking “what was the point of adding that into the show?” too often.
It really does feel like the show is just going “And get a load of THIS sad sack, piece of shit, worthless, spineless, insecure little fuckwit who’s just THE most unpopular at school, and work, and all the cool people HATE them ALL BECAUSE [generic reason that 95% of people can relate to]”
I’m sorry show, but we don’t need to know if the murderer had dropped a scoop of ice cream at the park when they were 27.
One of my biggest fears is being murdered and the true crime podcasts all go into deep dives calling me a loser and talking everything out of context to make me a good victim for their show.
There was one I saw about a girl murdered by some weird boy she knew and they’d gone deep into everything she was doing in the weeks leading upto it, how her diary showed she had a crush on someone but then they went into details about how that guy didn’t like her… it didn’t even add anything to motive or means, it was just an aside about the vixtim being unpopular.
While my wife watches them, I find myself asking “what was the point of adding that into the show?” too often.
It really does feel like the show is just going “And get a load of THIS sad sack, piece of shit, worthless, spineless, insecure little fuckwit who’s just THE most unpopular at school, and work, and all the cool people HATE them ALL BECAUSE [generic reason that 95% of people can relate to]”
I’m sorry show, but we don’t need to know if the murderer had dropped a scoop of ice cream at the park when they were 27.