Hello everybody, it's Nora Mackinerney. This is not quite terrible, thanks for asking. This is an episode of a podcast made by a listener of terrible things for asking who then became a guest on terrible things for asking.

You heard her and her story on our episode behind the scammer. Her name is Celicia Stanton, and about one year ago she lost all of her savings to her financial advisor.

Apparently there's nothing like being the victim of a crime to really make you think through the way that you consume crime entertainment.

But Celicia wanted to approach the genre from a different angle, skipping over all of the sensationalism that centers the criminal themselves and to focus on a more nuanced look.

Not just on the crime that occurred, but on the systems that surround every crime.

She calls her podcast True or Crime, which I think is absolutely brilliant.

The episode that you are about to hear is one of her favorites, one of our favorites. If you like it and we hope you do, please go listen to True or Crime wherever you get your podcasts.

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Recently, I was reading an article from October of 1977 that had been scanned and uploaded to the internet.

As I read, it struck me that I've never really been the magazine type. Well, at least not of the printed variety, trashy gossip mags aside obviously.

But I'd figured that probably didn't make me all that unique. We're well into the digital age and all my news is quite literally a tab away.

Things have changed a lot since 1977.

But had I not been a 90s baby, I'd like to think I would have been the printed news type.

The type to have magazine subscriptions to publications like New York Mag or Time.

There's nothing quite like flipping through the pages of a printed magazine, you know.

It's hard not to be drawn in by the catchy headlines and glossy pages.

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