As a female, I know that women are more often obsessed with true crime than our male counterparts. I am in a true crime book club. My Netflix queue looks looks like I’m picking up a new set of unsavory skills on how to become a murderer. I am a co-host of a true crime book club podcast — Murder Shelf Book Club. Obviously, we know where my interests lie. My significant other? Well, he just doesn’t get it. His support of my fascination is asking me to kindly refrain from talking about serial killers in front of the family or taking a red pen to our episodes, “The pause needs to be longer here, between the music and when…
Haha! I too am a true crime enthusiast. My viewing library has consisted of shows like Forensic Files, Dr. MB Autopsy, City Confidential, Homicide Hunter, etc. My personal library of books covers biology, anatomy, forensics, true crime, serial killers, etc. Huge fan of the body farm books and the cold murders solved by the pig people. I’m the awkward introvert who, at dinner parties, will put people off their meals with the forensic and biological factoids I utter in conversation when forced to interact.
Since I was a kid, I would fall asleep to any of the aforementioned shows or, these days, to an audiobook or podcast covering true crime. My SO was ok with this, at first. He isn’t so much of a fan laying in the dark, listening to the gory details of a (particularly) brutal crime. But I’m fascinated with the why the guy (because it is almost always a guy) committed the murder and how the investigators caught him. Problem is, I fall right out and he lays there until 3 am with it playing on. I really pushed it when I bought a 20+ hour audio anthology on the most horrific true crimes and proceeded to listen to bits and pieces of it every night for nearly a month. After, my SO told me we needed to start listening to fake horror at night (like No Sleep Podcast) in lieu of the real deal because he just couldn’t handle it the way I did.
I’m not disturbed. I’m intrigued (analytically).