You might know me from that podcast, or that thing you read. You probably don't, though.
We literally have a boy go to the police and claim she "did a voodoo" on her boyfriend so she must have killed him. The witch trials are alive and well.
If you can put up with the blatant misogyny that permeates everyone in this documentary, at the heart of it is a simple conundrum. How much can you blame someone for an accident? How independent can someone be when they are 17? Because let's be real, teenagers are idiots.