Like many New Yorkers, I spent the past few weeks glued to my television, watching the Knicks conquer the San Antonio Spurs in the NBA finals—and bring home a championship for the first time in 53 years. “New York Is Alive,” Vanity Fair’s excellent digital cover declared the morning after Game 5. “Victory in the World’s Greatest City.”
And since Saturday night’s win, that sentiment has only grown: The five boroughs are still buzzing with excitement. Today, Lower Manhattan became a sea of orange and blue as fans lined up to catch a glimpse of the ticker tape parade making its way from Battery Park to City Hall. Some had waited half a century for this moment; others, just a few days. Either way, the Knicks’ inspiring playoff run has captivated the city—and the nation. What a time to be alive.
While I’ve been consumed by Knicksmania and ignoring my Netflix algorithm entirely, staff writer Savannah Walsh has been exploring another common obsession: true crime. With commentary on two popular documentaries, Maternal Instinct and The Crash, continuing to pop up on social media feeds, Walsh takes a look at how female audiences are driving interest in content about female killers.
