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How Netflix’s “Tiger King” Illustrates The Predatoriness Of Whacky Animal Abusers
Why did I watch this shit?
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Like most folks who are weathering this season of great uncertainty in the midst of a life-altering global emergency that shows no signs of mercy, the need to be fully immersed in activities that transport you away from our grim reality has become the standard default.
There are a handful of viral options that have gotten out of hand, like most well-liked tweets and shares tend to do. The dance challenges and group serenades featuring random celebrities are headache inducing. The selfies inspired by mandatory confinement or demonstrations of “social distancing” are also aggravatingly unoriginal.
I’ve settled on a slight increase in my streaming habits, which translates to indulging in anything that can adequately numb by frazzled nerves.
And so when I chose to screen Netflix’s Tiger King: Mayhem, Murder and Madness, a seven-part docuseries that didn’t seem nearly as crazy as it turned out to be — I wasn’t prepared for the emotional rollercoaster ride that left me seething with anger and regret.
Tiger King is a rude awakening about the nefariousness of unhinged exotic animal lovers, who wildly showcase the unhealthy…
