Should vs Is

Right now Grace is watching Dora, drinking orange juice, and eating cheez-its.
She should be writing her ABC's, drinking a kale smoothie, and asking for, I dunno, broccoli.

Right now I'm camped out in front of my laptop writing this and shopping on Etsy, when I should be organizing the endless stream of toys that leads from room to room, or folding laundry or unloading and reloading my dishwasher. I should start dinner.  I should probably find some sort of prenatal work out dvd to do!  I should read at least one important novel before the baby arrives.  I should probably do some volunteer work.  I should find a dog training system that will keep Georgia from peeing on the carpet ONCE AND FOR ALL.  Should. I really should.

Making a Murderer: a hers and his rant.

You guys.  This has gotten out of hand.  I can't open up any social media feed or even an internet browser without being bombarded with more thoughts, more articles, more about the Steven Avery case.  I understand how pop culture works, and usually I embrace it. I like to be in the know, and I like the reprieve that silly pop culture stories provide from the daily grind.  But I think we're treading in dangerous water here, folks.  This true crime genre is compelling, addicting, and guaranteed to incite a reaction. And in this day and age, when everyone has a platform, everyone has a place to express their opinions, (yes I see the irony) I fear we're forgetting that most of us are not in fact journalists, or attorneys, or judges, or even very smart, as a collective.