Every night, I am glued to the TV while Nancy Grace sneers and yells into the camera that Casey whatshername is lying about the whereabouts of her two year old daughter Caley.
No shit, Nancy! The mom did it! The frustration with this mom’s failure to just admit it is driving Nancy and me nuts. Nancy is like a circling shark, and I’m right there behind her. My husband can’t understand why I need to watch this, so I tell him it’s like people who love reading murder mysteries.
But it’s not really. I just want that bitch to admit it so Nancy and I can move on. I know there are other things happening in the world, bigger stories, momentous events, but I need to get to the end of this grisly road. I need that woman to stop lying. I’m taking it personally.
On the album “Nothing’s Shocking” by Jane’s Addiction, there is a song called “Ted, Just Admit it.” It’s about Ted Bundy, who didn’t confess until after he was sentenced to death. On the eve of his execution, Ted Bundy gave an interview in which he blamed pornography for making him a serial killer. Who knows what this emotionally vacant mom will blame.
I loved that Jane’s Addiction record. To this day, when someone I know is in denial about something, I mutter “Ted, just admit it!” It never gets me anywhere, though.