Casey Anthony epitomized something that I couldn’t quite put my finger on as I sat on my couch, eating Captain Crunch and smoking weed, watching the coverage of her trial during a tranquil evening in the Summer of 2011.

There was something missing from my life at the time… I wasn’t conscious of it but felt its weight all the same. It wasn’t that I was unhappy- I was definitely comfortable; I had a career made possible through the the empty achievement of multiple college degrees, I had a fat girlfriend who was a crazy bitch but I loved her anyway, and I spent my free time feeling good… after all, life was about maximizing consumption while sleep-walking through minimal responsibility. The idea of ambition beyond this baseline was something foreign and laughable. Isn’t that the American dream? 

Yet still… alternating between video games, television, pornography, processed food, oxytocin and marijuana left a fuzzy feeling on my brain that something wasn’t quite right, but I wasn’t quite ready to see it just yet…

Casey’s story would never have worked as a piece of fiction, it wouldn’t have been believable. A pretty brunette gets knocked-up by a stranger on the Florida house party circuit and decides to keep the baby… and ends up missing the party lifestyle so much that she murders her own two-and-a-half year-old daughter to hit-up the party scene harder than before.

A true story of dopamine addiction gone mad.

And, as if to drive things into the realm of the surreal; push things until they explode, in the month before her arrest she was so thrilled to have thought that she had gotten away with murder that she got a tattoo to commemorate the occasion (“Bella Vita”). 

Casey couldn’t give up the college girl lifestyle of enjoyable experiences and good vibes. She killed to party.

The media coverage would have tried to convince you that Casey was an anomaly worthy of social crucifixion, that her story may have been filled with sound and fury but it ultimately signified nothing; Casey was merely a bad apple.

But what if Casey Anthony was the first of something new and different; an early adopter of emerging technology. Someone so determined to break the shackles of personal responsibility and social expectation that she violently rebelled against an archaic system… Yes, there was blood, but this is rebellion; this was a statement, and in ten years young-adults may look back at the courageous Casey Anthony as a forerunner of after-birth abortion… after all, she didn’t feel like being a mother anymore so she broke up with it; it was an integrity move.

Feel good scolding Casey Anthony, queen villain, from your godly throne at your computer. Perfect son of God, ten years later- still chasing women on dating apps, using the right words in the right order to get to the end of the game- rest easy knowing Casey Anthony is entirely unlike you.

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