So a funny (is that the right word?) thing happens when someone close to you dies. My theory is, in an attempt to take a mental break from the 24/7 pit of despair that is your brain, you tend to become obsessed with random and often obscure hobbies, habits, or tasks. For me, it’s MURDER PODCASTS. I can’t explain it but in the months since Bryan 86’ed this living thing, I’ve become a subscriber, longtime listener, and no-time caller to not one, not two, not three (sensing a pattern?) but 12 murder-themed podcasts! In my current state, I enjoy few things more than taking my lunch break in my car, blasting the air conditioning and listening to Karen and Georgia rehash their newest favorite murder. I live a wild and crazy life right?
Some people find podcasts of this topic disturbing and/or morbid, and I can’t say I disagree, but I guess I’m going through a “Blue period” or something. Although I highly doubt my blue period will yield anything as profound as what came out of Picasso’s (one semester of art history and I am impressive AF!). I have to say though, I think we were on the same page when he painted Femme aux Bras Croisés (Woman with Folded Arms) because that’s me pretty much any time I’m in public. At work? sitting in a meeting freezing with a BRF and “folded arms”. Waiting in line at Target? Switching from one foot to the other because I most definitely have to pee, with “folded arms”. Laying on the table getting my eyebrows waxed? Pursing my lips in agony with “folded arms”. You get the idea.
But I digress. What was I talking about? Oh right, muuurrrrddddeeeeerrrr! Or redrum if you’re dyslexic. [This blog is certified compliant Section 508 of the ADA]. Anyhoo, I can’t explain it totally, but the things that help me forget about my current life circumstances even for a brief moment tend to be dark; unless it’s “Parks and Recreation” on Netflix, but that’s really universal. Perhaps I feel less hopeless about the future seeing resilience that comes from others who’ve been through some shit and come out on the other side. Maybe it’s the comfort of knowing, “well damn, at least my life is not as fucked up as that one!”. Or it could be the lessons learned. It’s a sick, sad world out there and I believe knowledge is power. How was the Golden State Killer finally identified? Does Iceland have the death penalty? Why was my sorority so crazy about security in our college town? All of these questions and more can be answered, in the wonderful world of murder podcasts! [Answers: 1) familial DNA match from ancestry.com subscriber 2) no 3) because Ted Bundy murdered 2 women in my sorority’s chapter house at FSU 40 years ago]
I know some people, including my mother especially, would rather I not dwell on the dark arts (only Harry Potter you’ll ever get here), but until I see the world as a place worth living in, I doubt my satisfaction from these stories will lessen. If nothing else, it provides an escapism that I’m yet to find in anything else. And for the record, plenty of “happy” well-adjusted people listen to them everyday. So maybe check out some of my faves, in no particular order:
- My Favorite Murder where I learn how to stay sexy and not get murdered. It’s hilarious and educational!
- Dirty John This took the world by storm and had a crazy twist. Bonus points for the sense of superiority you’ll feel knowing this would NEVER happen to you. Even my mom liked this one!
- Serial Killers I mean yeah, the title is pretty much a dead (get it?) giveaway
- Up and Vanished The case of the disappearance of Tara Grinstead starts out “colder than Alaska” but the story of the people in this small Georgia town sucks you in. Aside from the ridiculously annoying millennial host, they actually solved a murder case in real time and that’s pretty awesome.
- Sword and Scale Likely the darkest of the bunch but also the most factual and in-depth. I never understood the doll baby on the logo though…
That’s all I got for you, fellow or future murderinos (that’s an industry term). Until next time, I’ll just be widowing out listening to stuff about murder.
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Love your writing Em
Kudos on your Art histoire!
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