Is it just me or is anyone else shocked at the amount of true crime murder shows originating in America?
The thought hadn’t crossed my mind until a few weeks ago when I was watching a true crime series based in Canada.
The series is called Crime Beat and features a handful of high profile Canadian murders. It offers only two seasons, six single episodes each season, and one double-header.
The key phrase here is “only two seasons.”
This pales in comparison to the thousands of American true crime stories that saturate TV and Netflix.
Think about it. American murder includes 29 entire seasons of Dateline NBC alone! Then we have Forensic Files, Cold Case Files, The First 48, Unsolved Mysteries, American Justice, and two seasons of I Am A Killer.
That list does not include the wide array of murder that Netflix offers. I can’t even count the number of murder documentaries I’ve watched on Netflix, all based in America.
And those are just the TRUE crime shows, in addition to all the murder dramas like Criminal Minds. I’d love to know what the writers of that show eat for breakfast.
Murder in America should make you question everything.
Are Americans among the most murderous in the world? Or does it just appear that way because America is the only place that showcases death in thousands of reality TV productions?
Murder is quite literally a dying art in the USA because after you’re dead you can get your own episode.
Got a sick murder on your block? Great! Let’s turn it into a TV show! Got some crooked police in your hood? Awesome! Let’s show how they framed an innocent dude for murder and then washed their own hands.
Better yet, let’s just show the police actually murder someone on camera!
Some of the dirtiest parts of America are unseen parts.
Another tidbit I’ve noticed in all these murder shows is that a large number of them take place in nowhere-ville. Some real down-home, hillbilly, backwoods areas.
And the victims in the backwoods seem to be completely random. Like Sara walking home from her shift at the local diner in a town of 400 people.
What did Sara ever do to anyone besides go out after dark? There are a hundred wild coyotes in the area but instead, she gets picked off by a random nutjob.
Or the clerk at the only gas station for six hundred miles. Who targets a gas station clerk on a dirt road, and why?
I spend an abnormal amount of time wondering how investigators even find bodies in those areas. I spend an equal amount of time pondering the mental stability of Americans. Y’all have some sick people among you.
But don’t worry, I know Canada has some wackos too. We just don’t parade them around on TV as much as America does, unless your name is Luka Magnotta and you f**ked with cats.
But I love true crime and so do you.
Point blank, if nobody watched these shows they wouldn’t make them. There is a massive audience for murder and it's almost as though the more obscure, the better.
Becoming privy to so many grotesque methods and bizarre circumstances surrounding your basic American murder makes me wonder if I should be afraid.
When I think back to my trip to New Orleans, for example, I was 100% open to letting the wind guide my sails. I trusted every local I met and went with them anywhere they led me. I wasn’t thinking all “NCIS” in the back of my mind.
The trusting tourist is a prime target for American murderers.
True crime television does not make me afraid but it certainly makes me wonder who is lying dead in the bushes just off the freeway. Or how many missing bodies I sailed over in the Louisiana bayou.
Every single time I have driven past a random black garbage bag on the side of any road, I wonder, thanks to crime TV.
The simple fact that America can produce thousands upon thousands of real murder episodes, solved and unsolved, makes me wonder how many murders never get discovered.
Isn’t it weird that killing is a whole entertainment genre? And weirder that we eat it up over breakfast, lunch, and dinner?