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The Diddy Documentary Is Brutal – Then You Meet the Daft Juror and Her Creepy Fangirl Smile

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Last night my 19-year-old daughter wanted to watch the new documentary on the Sean Combs ('Puff Daddy' / 'P. Diddy' / 'Diddy') federal trial, so we sat down together. I'd pretty much ignored the whole saga except for the flood of '1,000 bottles of baby oil' memes when the indictment dropped. Big mistake—this thing is wild.

It starts with his origin story: father was a major Harlem drug dealer, gunned down when Sean was two. Mom worked multiple jobs (including, allegedly, in a 'gentleman's club') to keep them alive, and a childhood friend claims she could be physically abusive. You can see how the 'bad boy' persona wasn't just marketing—it felt like something he was almost destined to chase.The bulk of the doc traces his climb: the Uptown Records internship, starting Bad Boy, the Biggie era, the shiny suit phase, the Making the Band MTV empire. To twenty-something me back then, he looked like the slickest, most polished mogul in the game. Seeing that old footage next to the 2016 hotel surveillance video—where he's dragging, kicking, and throwing Cassie down a hallway as she tries to escape—is genuinely stomach-turning. The contrast is brutal.

Then the documentary pivots to the actual trial that started this week. We meet two of the seated jurors (one seems starstruck, the other already looks exhausted), and it's immediately clear this is going to be a circus.Two hours later my daughter and I just sat there in silence. From the baby-oil jokes to the reality of what's alleged—racketeering, sex trafficking, decades of documented violence—it's a staggering fall. Whatever your opinion of the man was before, this documentary makes it impossible to look away.

I’m assuming the woman was a defense pick—either the prosecution had burned through its peremptory challenges or she’s an Oscar-level actor during voir dire—because her bias was blatant. Every time she mentioned Combs her face lit up with this huge, dreamy smile. It wasn’t admiration; it was straight-up creeped me out.Then there was the guy on the right, who basically doesn’t believe women have the right to change their minds or leave abusive relationships. His take: if she didn’t walk out the very first time Combs put hands on her, she must have secretly liked it. What an absolute dolt.

I share this feeling about those two jurors.

Oh, she was a fan and the best thing that happened to Combs during that trial. Well, her and Mr. Misogynist. 

That about sums it up. Combs lacked talent and he hated his friends for having it. 

This was also my takeaway. I generally don't wish for a man pushing 60 to start serving a bunch of jail time, but the short sentence Combs received seems hardly enough for all the people he harmed. 

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