We are spending way too much time at my workplace discussing the Casey Anthony case.
This bugs me because I feel as if this woman is going to profit mightily from killing her child. The reality shows are going to come a'calling. Can't you just see the publicity blurbs?
"Casey Anthony can beat a murder rap but can she dance!!!??"
"Who will be Casey's new love? Watch "The Bachelorette!"
"Casey can survive a murder trial, but can she survive Exile Island on Survivor??!!"
Jerry Springer, reportedly, wants her story and is willing to pay her a million bucks for it.
She will certainly get a book deal out of this. Will you buy it? Not me.
Is it just me or was it sort of grotesque to see her all prettied up like she is going to go clubbing right after she skips merrily out of jail?
I realize that this is not just a story about Casey or her poor child. It is a story about a sickeningly dysfunctional family. But, I keep seeing her face smirking up at the camera and it makes me want to shake her.
I would have hated to be one of those jurors, I really would have. Because I, like they, would have felt morally responsible to uphold the law and would have had to vote to acquit her. And then I would have to go home and look at myself in the mirror and wonder how to deal with my conscience knowing that I let her go free.
But am I the only one who looks at Casey all dolled up with her hair down and curling prettily and smiling coquettishly up at the cameras...and just feels a roil of disgust flowing through me?
I keep thinking about that line from To Kill A Mockingbird about how terrible things happen and only the children cry.
Someone at work said, "Well, she will have to live with herself now. Knowing that she killed her baby girl."
I wish it were that easy. Something tells me that Casey is not going to spend much time hating herself. Not when there are movies to be made, books to be ghost written and clubs to be hopped.
I will not say her name again. That is the only way I know how to deal with this.
She is no longer in my stratosphere.
I need to laugh at something totally inappropriate right now. Which is why I am going to stop thinking about murderesses schlepping on over to Applebees to get shit faced and pick up some brainless guy to murder and then hide the body. Or maybe carry him around in her car trunk for a few days....
So, I present to you my one and only favorite so very funny, so-wrong-it-is-perfectly-right video.
Let's laugh and let the dead rest in peace. And let's pretend that she never existed.