Over the weekend, I began watching a show called Imposters. This is a show overflowing with scandal and betrayal. The plot of this show rests in the schemes of a four-person con team devoted to exploiting vulnerable, unsuspecting men and women. This con team consists of: a mastermind that discovers the targets of exploitation and develops the cons, two accomplices playing indirect roles that help to guide the cons in the desired direction, and a roper who identifies the targets and skillfully crafts avenues for accessing and exploiting the targets. Imposters focuses on the role of the roper, a cunning, salacious female con artist named Maddie. Maddie is notorious for seducing targets, leading them to fall deeply in love with her, and unavoidably marrying her within a short span of time. The cons culminate with the targets being robbed of all their financial assets and their hearts. Trailer can be viewed at
I find this show wildly entertaining, but also find myself, at times, induced with intense feelings of sympathy, anger, and disgust. The heartbreak endured by the victims of these cons is truly saddening. They are truly entranced with love and loss for Maddie. Their feelings for Maddie cause them to grieve more for losing her, than for the fortunes that have been stolen from them. I find myself angered and disgusted by the fact that these targets are innocent victims. They are victimized because they long for love, happiness, peace, or other normal desires. It’s an ugly, yet abounding reality that anyone can become a victim of such a con. I wonder, what makes someone more or less susceptible to these types of misfortunes?