I spent last weekend engrossed and enthralled, then displeased and repulsed, and finally sick and disgusted, by this stupid, terrible Netflix true crime series. I watched it so you don’t have to. It’s my civic duty, I guess. Just consider yourself warned. Because I regret it. Holy hell I regret it. Here’s why. Let’s go…
I didn’t turn my TV off when Maria…
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