I’m 100% guilty of obsessing over true crime series. Drop a multi-part, binge-worthy murder show on Netflix or Hulu, and I’ll gobble it up in a few hours. (And then log onto Reddit to do my own investigating.) It’s an admittedly macabre hobby, but one so many of us share. What attracts us to grisly shows about horrendous crime events? I wish I could explain it, and many have attempted to. It remains a popular genre, as evidenced by all the recent murder shows, like
Always one to poke fun at a trend, this week’s
It’s funny because it’s so brutally accurate. I’m sure all of us who fall down true crime spirals are known to do so while performing simple chores or daily activities. I’m guilty of firing up a gruesome podcast while I do the dishes. Or watching a murder show in the bath. The juxtaposition between these things only highlights how bizarre our fixation with true crime is. That we can just casually watch as horrendous details are relayed to us? It’s a weird thing, and this
Oh, and the bit about following up a true crime binge watch with a podcast about the exact same subject? Yeah, that’s painfully accurate, too. Murder shows make investigators out of the best of us.
Near the end of the sketch, this week’s