Thoughts on Irresponsible “True Crime” Reporting
Our rubbernecks are leading us down paths of baseless fear.
6 min readNov 2, 2022
On a Friday afternoon in early September, I found out that my best friend was dead. I got the news from a reporter for a local outlet in Albany who emailed me to ask if I wanted to comment. I didn’t, other than telling her to go fuck herself.
