I’ll watch pretty much anything. As someone who loves pop culture and desperately needs time to recharge, I’ve spent many nights after work sprawled on my tiny gray couch and browsing Netflix.
I watch things for comfort. I watch things to laugh. I even watch things to cry, on days when I need a good weep.
I also like to watch things to learn about people, even when they reduce me to a sleepless lump of paranoia on more than a few late nights. True crime was always on my radar — I indulged in some crime podcasts in the past — and I found myself both fascinated and frightened by it.
