I’ve just been through the comments queue and freed those of your brilliant remarks that set off the spamulator. Sorry for the delay. It’s almost as though my assistant Phil hasn’t been doing his job!
Meanwhile, about Casey Anthony: the global frenzy over her trial and acquittal says more about our culture’s obsessive sentimentalization of motherhood and its addiction to misogyny than it does about this particular little instance of adjudication. Crikey, it’s like a woman can’t even kill her kid these days without setting off a grotesque national spew codifying the precise manner in which it permissible for any mother to behave!
We can learn a thing or two about proper, Patriarchy2K-Compliant female deportment from Casey Anthony’s mistakes. If your kid goes missing, even if there’s no forensic evidence linking you to the crime, you’d better look fucking suicidal all the time. Like, never leave the house without looking like you’ve been up all night crying, and never, ever, be seen yukking it up in a bar, ever again. No partying, no selfishness, no murdering, and it’s so tacky if you sell your story afterward. Watch it, ladies, because we’ve got our eye on you.