The Americanization of Crime: Comment
Esyllt Sears wonders whether the time has come for popular culture to close the case file on true crime.
The hairdressers’ is the only place I have time, or indeed find the inclination to read glossy women’s lifestyle magazines anymore. But for two sweet hours I get to daydream about owning a Fendi baguette bag, following a 40 minute facial routine and finding myself after-partying with Paul Mescal and Miley Cyrus.
Suffice to say I don’t get much out of this and it’s really nothing more than an exercise in self-loathing as I accept that I have truly failed to live up to what society deems a success.
The other day however, as I allowed a trained professional to tackle six months of protein filament neglect, I read something that compelled me to truly consider my actions over the past 30-odd years…
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