I spent the weekend going through boxes in my garage. Sorting through eighteen years of packratery takes a bit of time. I distracted myself by watching Monk on DVD and alternating this with episodes of Snapped, my new favorite guilty pleasure.
Okay, I’m just gonna put it out there – People are freaks.
I used to think that the only way I’d end up on the cover of People is if I get murdered. After watching this show back-to-back, I’m pretty sure even that’s not going to get me there. I’ve never heard half of these stories before. And you know I have a subscription.
I was talking with Carrie this weekend, and when I told her about my new dirty little secret, she told me about this show called “Deadly Women,” which is just about the same as “Snapped.” Same subject matter, at least.
Why is it so shocking when women lose their minds?
Is it shocking because the idea of a woman committing murder is sort of like the idea of getting mugged in Wichita?
You just don’t expect it.
And yet, there it is.