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A friend of mine was bummed after discovering an article in the Atlantic that urged women to settle. She emailed it to me with a one-word message: "depressing." After reading the tedious thing, I didn't feel depressed so much as annoyed. The writer Lori Gottlieb might as well be holding a shotgun to women's heads and shoving them towards the unsuitable mate that awaits them at the altar.  She thinks she knows what we all want and need.

"Ask any soul-baring 40-year-old single heterosexual woman what she most longs for in life. Most likely, she’ll say that what she really wants is a husband (and, by extension, a child). To the outside world, of course, we still call ourselves feminists and insist—vehemently, even—that we’re independent and self-sufficient and don’t believe in any of that damsel-in-distress stuff, but in reality, we aren’t fish who can do without a bicycle, we’re women who want a traditional family. Every woman I know—no matter how successful and ambitious, how financially and emotionally secure—feels panic, occasionally coupled with desperation, if she hits 30 and finds herself unmarried. Oh, I know—I’m guessing there are single 30-year-old women reading this right now who will be writing letters to the editor to say that the women I know aren’t widely representative, that I’ve been co-opted by the cult of the feminist backlash, and basically, that I have no idea what I’m talking about. And all I can say is, if you say you’re not worried, either you’re in denial or you’re lying."

"My advice is this: Settle! That’s right. Don’t worry about passion or intense connection. Don’t nix a guy based on his annoying habit of yelling “Bravo!” in movie theaters. Overlook his halitosis or abysmal sense of aesthetics. Because if you want to have the infrastructure in place to have a family, settling is the way to go."

"Those of us who choose not to settle in hopes of finding a soul mate later are almost like teenagers who believe they’re invulnerable to dying in a drunk-driving accident. We lose sight of our mortality. We forget that we, too, will age and become less alluring. Which is all the more reason to settle before settling is no longer an option."

No wonder she gave my friend the blues. Frankly, it pisses me off. I want to grab my friend by her luscious shoulders and shake the shit outta her. Don't listen to the fear-monger egg-hoarder Lori Gottlieb. Her creepy advice is misguided at best and dangerous at worst.

"By 40, if you get a cold shiver down your spine at the thought of embracing a certain guy, but you enjoy his company... is that settling or making an adult compromise?"

If my friend came home from a date and said "Yea, I enjoyed his company but then when he hugged me, I got the cold chills, whaddaya think?"  RUN!  Pump them knees, change your number, block his emails. Too often women ignore their guts out of misguided politeness or because they think they are being "shallow" when really their body is trying to tell them that something is veryy wrong. Maybe the guy's a misogynist rapist or maybe he's just a really bad match genetically. Or spiritually. We are animals with animal instincts/signals.

1. Another friend had a guy pal who she wanted to dig. "He's so kind and he really likes me, " she'd say. One night she woke up in a ice cold sweat with a stomach full of stones to find him in bed with her. After months and numerous apologies, she finally gave in to his advances. He turned out to be a cruel bastard and a cheat. I was about to say "Your tummy told you so" when she burst out crying, "That night, my skin was crawling, I wanted to puke, I knew who he was. I always knew."
2. When my mom was a young reckless hitchhiker she accepted a ride from a guy who was handsome and charming. She settled into his V-Dub Bug and they began to chat congenially. She was thinking "What a nice guy," when suddenly her whole body revolted against that thought.  She bailed but years later she saw a photo in the newspaper and recognized the handsome face. He was the infamous serial killer Ted Bundy. If my mom hadn't listened to her inner-alarm, I wouldn't even be here.
3. I resisted the friendship of a girl who I found annoying and "ugly." Her presense agitated me, her voice made my skin crawl. I struggled with immense guilt, grossed out by my own unkindness. When I yielded to her pursuit, things quickly spiraled into a terrifying single-white-female situation. Even in friendship, it's a mistake to settle.

Lori Gottlieb's advice is reckless and reeks of desperation. Don't listen to her, listen to yourself. Don't listen to your guilt, listen to your gut. This is the real world, with real dangers. It's not an episode of "Friends."

"And while Rachel and her supposed soul mate, Ross, finally get together (for the umpteenth time) in the finale of Friends, do we feel confident that she’ll be happier with Ross than she would have been had she settled down with Barry, the orthodontist, 10 years earlier?"

Rachael did lots of growing and changing in those ten years. And wasn't Barry a total creepoid? Didn't he pull some real skeezy stuff? I seem to recall something about Barry getting married but still trying to get into Rachael's pants and then some weird vengeful ick at his own wedding right in front of the woman he was settling for. Which is the problem with settling. It's not a good deal no matter how you look at it, for any of the parties involved.

It’s equally questionable whether Sex and the City’s Carrie Bradshaw, who cheated on her kindhearted and generous boyfriend, Aidan, only to end up with the more exciting but self-absorbed Mr. Big, will be better off. (Some time after the breakup, when Carrie ran into Aidan on the street, he was carrying his infant in a Baby Björn. Can anyone imagine Mr. Big walking around with a Björn?)

Aidan's lucky Carrie didn't settle. He wanted something else and he got it. Good for him. As for Carrie, it's hard to say. Big did leave her at the altar but Carrie still chooses to deal with Big's damage. For better or for worse. Carrie may not even want kids, in which case Big is a much better choice than Aidan ever was. Whose to say that even if Carrie had married Aidan that he wouldn't have still gone on to fall in love with that baby-mama? Settling is strewn with sticky wickets.

"I’ll likely need to settle for someone who is settling for me.... My friend Alan justified his choice of a 'bland' wife with whom he shares little connection this way: 'I think one-stop shopping is overrated. I get passion at my office with my work, or with my friends that I sometimes call or chat with—it’s not the same, and, boy, it would be exciting to have it with my spouse. But I spend more time with people at my office than I do with my spouse.''

Who want's to be weighed down by someone who has "settled" for you and who shares more passion and spends more time with people at the office? What about that is "family friendly"? Let's raise up some damaged kids who someday someone will settle for. The guy who gives you the shivers, with whom there is no sexual connection, maybe you will look back one day and say "Is it any wonder?" But it will be too late then. He'll have already raped your daughter in her little girl gingham bedroom. From the time she was 5 'til he she ran away and joined a cult at 15.  Sure, you want a partner in parenthood, but is the wrong partner better than none at all? How many childhoods have been shattered because selfish mothers believed a bad man was better than no man?  

"They, like me, would rather feel alone in a marriage than actually be alone. In practice, my married friends with kids don’t spend that much time with their husbands anyway, and in many cases, their biggest complaint seems to be that they never see each other. So if you rarely see your husband—but he’s a decent guy who takes out the trash and sets up the baby gear —how much does it matter whether the guy you marry is The One?

If you never see your husband and if what you know about him is "he’s a decent guy who takes out the trash" then what the hell is he doing in your home with your kids? Are you sure he's a such a decent guy? Ask your daughter. She might know a lot more about him than you do. Ask your doctor when you go for that HIV test because if you're not blowing him, who is?

In my formative years, romance was John Cusack and Ione Skye in Say Anything. But when I think about marriage nowadays, my role models are the television characters Will and Grace, who, though Will was gay and his relationship with Grace was platonic, were one of the most romantic couples I can think of. So what if Will and Grace weren’t having sex with each other? How many long- married couples are having much sex anyway?

If Grace had decided to spend her life with Will and raise a few kids, I'd say what I always say, "Hooray for Choice!"  Grace knows Will inside out. He's a good person with a lot of love to give. And who says a family has to be what it's always been? Lori Gottlieb says so. She's not saying "grab a pal, raise some kids, be happy." She's holding a shotgun to your temple and saying "Settle. Or Else." Will and Grace almost went that route, they came very close, but then they got swept up in romance and raised kids with their honey-pies. Either ending is acceptable. Hooray for choice! Goof love it. But Gottlieb says, "Don't be choosy." 

Screw that, I'm as choosy as it gets, I'm a modern girl that way. Over time I realized I was too much of an exhibitionist Ham to be with a jealous man, too wary to be with a sheltered mama's boy, too liquid to be with a man who wanted to box me in (I leaked through the cracks and defied definition.) Eventually I met a man in the Laundromat. A punk rock Robot genius with a heart of gold. His take on this: "I used to wonder about you all the time but I never thought you actually existed. I thought I'd wait forever but I was waiting." The vision he had of me defied all logic, where was that wierdo anyway? And then, one day, there I was -- with 16 overflowing laundry baskets stuffed to the gills with silky bits -- and wearing a vintage 1970's Prostitutes Union t-shirt. He'd been waiting for me... so he was single. And I'd been picky... so I was able to pick him right out. You look really familiar. Don't I know you from somewhere? 

Bitch, if you don't get that shotgun out of my friend's unbearably beautiful face, I'm gonna wrest it away and shoot you with it. Now Go. Go. And don't come around here no more. Bang bang.

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I'm really in a dilly of a pickle right now, and I don't know what to do. I've been experiencing these incredible energy bursts lately, and I get quite antsy when they occur. I've never felt this way before, and I'm not quite sure that I know how to properly harness this energy. I find myself running back and forth around my house and punching things, and I'm getting the sense that the only thing that will solve this problem is if I commit murder.

Now, let me stress this one important point: I am NOT crazy in any way, shape or form. I talked this whole scenario over with the Poltergeist who lives in my wall, and he tells me that I must bathe myself in the blood of the dead to satisfy my cravings. But the hardest question now becomes "who to kill?" My neighbors fuck me off on a regular basis. Perhaps I could indulge myself and decapitate a few of them. But how would I go about doing that? I must admit that I'm a bit of an amateur at murder, so I'll now need to brainstorm for a bit to come up with some ideas. This should kill some time though at least.

Yeah, that's it. I'll kill some time right now. Wait? Could I possibly fulfill my conquest for blood by simply killing time, rather than people? I may be onto something here! Fuck, I'm totally killing time right now! Right at this very moment, as we speak, I am totally murdering time! DIE TIME, YOU PUSSY!

Wow, I gotta say, I really feel like a big man right now. In the past 10 minutes, I've successfully killed 10 minutes of time! I really showed that Time character who's boss. I've become a time serial killer.  Heh, just call me the Ted Bundy of time killers....LULZ!!!!!

But…………….

I need more than just this. Perhaps I could just kill a small animal. No humans, no big lovable animals of any kind. Perhaps I'll scour the area for a rodent.

OK, I've got it! Check this out:

Here we have my neighbor's cat Cuddles. I have abducted him from his domicile, and will now turn this blender on, in hopes that his horribly maimed and liquefied body will be drinkabl-----------------------A----B------------O--------R--------……………___T____!!!_____

Hi, I can imagine how confused you are right now. I will now shed some light on what just happened. You see, 15 minutes ago, my brain became impregnated with an idea. I liked the idea at first, but after some careful reflection, I decided to have an abortion. This was a tough decision for me to make. The blog was in an early stage of development and growth. If I had gone much farther into it, the body of the blog would have started to fully form, and the incoherent ramblings expressed in the early stages of development would have blossomed into fully matured thoughts.

But, at a critical moment, I decided that I wasn't ready for this blog and opted to have an abortion instead. You see, I am a Pro-choice blogger. I believe that if the general environment that my blog will be born into will be either hostile or highly incompatible with my way of life, then having a blog abortion is a viable alternative to a tough life for a blog.

Let's face it. I was going downhill rather quickly back there. In all likelihood, if I would have gone through with everything and completed this blog, it was destined to be a complete and utter failure. For starters, murdering my neighbors is wrong. Secondly, nobody wants to read about some weird guy putting cats in a blender! That is an AWFUL picture that I would never dare attempt to put inside of your minds. If I would have continued on, I most likely would have said some highly bizarre things and told you all that I turned the cat into a milkshake, poured some of it on me and drank the rest, and then looked for more cats to put in the blender so that I could have an all-out blood orgy. Hell, I probably would have followed up on that picture of the adorable kitten in a blender by showing you an "after" photo, suggesting that it was the cat once I ran the blender for a minute, such as this:

But what it all comes down to is that I am a thoughtful, loving and compassionate human being who shudders at the thought of such unspeakable horror. I feel a great sense of contentment in knowing that I did the right thing by simply calling it quits and having a blog abortion.

Many bloggers are Pro Blog-life. They are willing to sit down and continue to pursue the writing and posting of a horrible blog. The end result? Well, they often put their readers through the misery of having to sift through a contemptible blog post. More often than not, their readers will simply skip over the blog and look for entertainment elsewhere. Hell, a lot of them will eventually come to the realization that their blog sucks donkey balls, and delete it anyway. This is a waste of time.

That is why I am a Pro Blog-Choice blog writer who uses sound judgment in determining which of my blogs get to see the light of day.

Hi, my name is Jolly Judd, and I am proud to be a Pro Blog-choice blogger.

What are your thoughts? When is a blog a blog? If you write a few sentences and decide to scrap it, have you committed an atrocity against a living thing?

(This was originally written and posted by Jolly Judd, aka: me on my Mypace profile on 8/26/2008)

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I can't even begin my first sentence of my essay worth 20% of my Criminology grade without scratching my stinking head! Just when I think I can.. I will.. I'm ready to start, I find my fingers itching to touch my head and my brain goes completely blank. Again.  

Another question.

Why am I blogging when I should be writing my paper that's due on Tuesday? Tuesday as in 3 days from today!

Yes, I've done my research... well, sort of. The majority of the research anyway. I just need to START. There's something about analyzing Ted Bundy's serious criminal personality together with his brutal murders that I just don't find appealing. Surprising, actually, considering I love watching A&E specials on criminal behaviour every chance I get; they quite fascinate me.

I guess it's just the act of writing that has me physically exhausted and mentally dead.

While I took a humorous approach don't feel as if you have to. I am eagerly anticipating the answer from my friends who  actually teach History, and one who studied it in grad school. Don't disappoint me. You may recognize the music if you watch Adult Swim.

List 5 historical figures you'd like to meet.

I have several favorite serial killers, but the one I always go back to is Ted Bundy.  Damn!  That guy had skills.  He seemed totally normal on the outside, but was one of the most brutal killers.  The term "serial killer" was first used in reference to Bundy.  He claimed to have killed 30 women, but it's believed that he killed as many as 100.  Here was this good looking guy who had a degree in psychology (the preferred major of all crazy people); he was involved in politics and friends with many police officers.  He was intelligent, charismatic and well respected.  At a certain point, the police had so much information on the suspect they were chasing that they knew exactly what kind of car he drove and that his name was Ted and they never suspected their good friend Bundy.  Crazy, right??  You have to respect that.  He escaped from police custody twice.  Now that's impressive.  I also favor Bundy because I think he was compulsive rather than insane.  I believe that he had to kill in the same way that other compulsive people have to turn the lights on and off five times or wash their hands fifty times a day.  A kind of OCD, if you will.  I'm not justifying his actions.  But I do think that incredible accomplishments, no matter what their nature, should be recognized. 

So what does this say about me?  I choose to believe that it expresses how I hold intelligence to be the most important quality that I look for in people, and I respect those that possess it.  I like cleverness.  It could also mean that I'm a misogynist.  That may be true.  The important thing to note is that I have an answer and a reason for having that answer.  That's why I can be friends with me.

Please feel free to post a comment about who your favorite serial killer is.  I'm always fascinated by the answers I get.

After tsk-tsking about the fact that the illustrator's photo showed him posed with a cigarette in hand, the blogger then said "He looks creepy! He looks like a serial killer or child molester or something!" (not an exact quote, and I don't want to link to the blog and give her any more attention.)

My first response is - Wow, how immature. That's a great example to set for your kid...make fun of someone's physical appearance, something he has no control over. Frankly, I'd rather let my kid see pictures of the Marlboro man. By the time you are a mother critiquing the value of classic children's lit, you should be beyond poking fun at someone's face.

My second response is - has she ever seen a serial killer? One of our most prolific and vile serial killers, responsible for the deaths of at least 30 women (possibly many more) was Ted Bundy.

He was very, very handsome. He was active in local politics, he was a volunteer for a suicide hotline (and in fact, worked side by side for a time with famous true crime author Ann Rule). At first glance, charming Ted was the next candidate for mayor, not the electric chair.

Or how about Gary Ridgway, the infamous Green River Killer? He was found guilty of murdering at least 48 women over a span of 20 years. What did he look like?

He was just an ordinary guy. In fact, he looked like a guy I used to work with at a supermarket years

ago. His wife had no clue that the happy, smiling, loving man she lived with for so long was out murdering prostitutes, sometimes even in their own home. Read her story here.

Dennis Rader, the BTK Killer, was a handsome kid and at the time of his arrest, looked more like a high school English professor, rather than a brutal maniac.

What does a child molester look like? Sure, the pictures on Megan's Law websites are pretty scary - but so are driver's license photos. In real life, the guy next door, your brother in law, your father, your husband, your pastor, your priest, your scout master is what a child molester looks like.

I left a rather snippy comment on her blog - the jist of it was to not judge a book by its cover.

The first blog noted that when there is community notification, that sex offenders have reduced job opportunities, and several other negative effects. Yeah, and? Rape a kid and think you're a good hire? You think that sex criminals shouldn't have to live with the effects of their crime for the rest of their lives? -- their victims do! The victim is always a victim, especially when it's a crime against children. The fact that the perpetrators can't get a job at a kiddie park doesn't bother me in the slightest. It seems like the long-term negative effects ought to follow these criminals, because they sure torment the victims! The criminals chose to perpetrate the crime; the victims didn't have a say in the matter.

And as for sexual criminals not repeating their behavior -- did you ever see the Dateline TV shows where they had men go to the house where they thought they were going to rendezvous with an underage girl for sex while her parents were out of the house? They met these "girls" (undercover police officers) online, struck up a conversation, and eventually came by to commit statutory rape. If you remember it, you probably remember that one of the guys was caught not once but twice. Even though he had been convicted of online solicitation or attempted statutory rape or whatever the charge was (being caught red-handed on national TV kinda seals the conviction, I daresay), as soon as he was out, he re-offended, and was caught again. Maybe some of the other men were so embarrassed that they straightened out, but maybe they just got more cautious, so they wouldn't get caught. Here is a slightly more scholarly take on it: to sum up, since the "official" rate is based only on convictions, and not all criminals are convicted of their crimes when they are reported, and most crimes are not reported, the official rate is basically meaningless, and at best is a small percentage of the actual rate.

But that's not really the point of this post -- it's more about how two people can use the same information, and by saying it a bit differently, make it sound pretty good. The fact that 3/4 of convicted sex criminals are not convicted of another sex crime within 15 years still means that 1 of every 4 does. And the fact that these perps are not convicted doesn't mean that they haven't committed another crime. Ted Bundy was not convicted of a sexually-related crime (or possibly not convicted of any crime except for some juvenile offenses) until he was convicted of kidnapping one of his would-be victims, and was then extradited for a murder trial. But according to the Wikipedia chronology, he killed 20 women before his first conviction. He apparently killed another 10 or so when he escaped from prison while awaiting trial. Sorry, but the fact that
"87% of sexual crimes are committed by new offenders" doesn't mean that much, when you look at how few people are actually caught and convicted. It is estimated that only 6% of rapists ever go to jail; and that 60% of sexual assaults go unreported to police. See more stats here.

Ted Bundy granted an interview to Dr. James Dobson the day before he was executed for murder. In it, he warned about the dangers of pornography, citing his exposure to soft-core porn as a teenager in leading him to hard-core porn, and then when that no longer satisfied, he moved from fantasy to reality, and at least 30 young women and girls lost their lives because of it. In the interview he says this,

"I’m no social scientist, and I don’t pretend to believe what John Q. Citizen thinks about this, but I’ve lived in prison for a long time now, and I’ve met a lot of men who were motivated to commit violence. Without exception, every one of them was deeply involved in pornography - deeply consumed by the addiction. The F.B.I.’s own study on serial homicide shows that the most common interest among serial killers is pornographers. It’s true."

And later he says this,

What I hope will come of our discussion is that I think society deserves to be protected from itself. As we have been talking, there are forces at loose in this country, especially this kind of violent pornography, where, on one hand, well-meaning people will condemn the behavior of a Ted Bundy while they’re walking past a magazine rack full of the very kinds of things that send young kids down the road to being Ted Bundys. That’s the irony.

I’m talking about going beyond retribution, which is what people want with me. There is no way in the world that killing me is going to restore those beautiful children to their parents and correct and soothe the pain. But there are lots of other kids playing in streets around the country today who are going to be dead tomorrow, and the next day, because other young people are reading and seeing the kinds of things that are available in the media today.

Does the fact that most men who read Playboy and other such trash don't become serial rapists and murderers make pornography less vulgar? No, because the fact that it impels some people to these depths should be enough to make any person horrified by Ted Bundy and his crimes to throw away all porn, and completely disavow himself from even the closest hint of it. Even if he doesn't become a killer or rapist, who's to say that the guy down the street won't become one, and kill the man's wife or daughter? Everyone who buys sexually explicit material is feeding the monster that plays a role in some people's violent crimes.

Just like every other addiction, when a person is addicted to sexually explicit material, what gives him a "buzz" or a "high" or a thrill today will become tame before too long, and he will need harder porn and worse graphical images to attain the same level of excitement. Some men may never go beyond Playboy, but many others do -- some all the way up to working out their sexual fantasies on innocent victims -- working out the graphic images that were instilled in their minds by pornography.

I feel better in knowing that convicted sexual criminals are made to register in their locales, for the protection of everybody else. Most criminals target people they know -- most children are victimized by a relative, not a stranger. But some are. And some people don't know that Uncle Joey molested their cousins, because it's kept private because it's "family" -- setting up another generation of easy prey.

Let me put it this way, if you were in a room with four rapists, would you feel comfortable knowing that statistically, only one of them would be reconvicted within 15 years, so they all shouldn't have to live with the ignominy of being put on a sex-offender registry list? What about the shame, pain, fear, and who-knows-what feelings their victims were put through...for life?

I'm sick of coddling criminals and revictimizing the victims again. When the conviction rate for rapes and other sexual crimes goes up, then maybe the statistics about how many of these scum are or aren't convicted of another sexual offense might mean something.

Gw agak tertarik dengan kasus Ryan ini, karena gw emang suka mentengin kasus2 pembunuhan yang gak biasa. Apalagi menurut gw si Ryan ini motifnya gak murni harta doank tapi kalo gw bilang dia punya unsur sadistic personality disorder alias demen liat orang kesakitan ato meregang nyawa. Tapi ini cuman pendapat pribadi gw doank, karena sejauh ini gw liat si Ryan ini fokusnya hanya ke sang pacar, Noval dan sama sekali gak tertarik dengan korban2 yang sudah ia bunuh.

Kapan lagi Indonesia punya pembunuh sadis yang motifnya bukan hanya harta. Dan lagi si Ryan menurut gw cukup hebat menyembunyikan tindak kriminalnya sehingga selama bertahun2 gak ketahuan. Apalagi dia ngubur mayat korbannya di pekarangan rumahnya sendiri. Dan kalo dia ngebunuh sebagai pelaku tunggal dan tanpa bantuan sapa2, gw bakal makin salut.

Selain perkiraan gw tentang disorder yang dimiliki Ryan, si Ryan ini juga memiliki orientasi sexual sesama jenis. Yupz, kasus ini tambah hangat dengan bumbu2 ke-gay-an Ryan. Yang gw sayangkan adalah, banyak orang yang langsung menyalahkan ke-gay-an Ryan sebagai penyebab pembunuhan berantai ini.

Sudah dijelaskan bahwa orientasi sexual sesama jenis atau homosexual bukal lagi sebuah disorder. Dan lagi pengaruh orang itu gay ato gak, tidak berpengaruh dengan kesadisan seseorang.

Gw gak suka para homophobic itu lantas menyalahkan gay dan homosexualitas sebagai penyakit yang musti dijauhin dan orang2nya cenderung bertindak brutal dan sadis. Dalam kasus Ryan, kalo gw bilang emang dasarnya dia udah sadis.

Ditambah keknya Ryan adalah tipe orang yang pendiam dan tertutup, dan gw rasa dia adalah tipe orang yang sekali marah langsung meledak. Didukung dengan perilaku kemayu si Ryan yang kerap kali membuat dia dihina dan diolok olok (gw liat di tipi dari pengakuan warga sekitar, Ryan tidak suka kalau dia dibilang banci) yang menurut gw memicu pemikiran Ryan yang tidak menghargai nyawa orang. Salah didik bisa juga menyebabkan perilaku sadis si Ryan.

Beberapa pembunuh berantai yang gw tahu yang pembunuhannya bukan berdasarkan motif uang rata2 memiliki disorder personality dan kejiwaan. Seperti Ted Bundy, pembunuh berantai tampan yang ngebunuh lebih dari 30 orang, diduga mengidap necrophilia (doyan ngesex ama mayat), Ed Gein yang terobsesi jadi seorang wanita dan membuat 'pakaian' wanita dari kulit orang2 yang dibunuhnya (menjadi inspirasi pilem Silence of the Lamb sama Texas Chainsaw Massacre) dan albert fish, pedofil kanibal yang menceritakan proses memakan anak kecil lewat surat kepada orang tua korban >.<

Jadi kalo si Ryan mempunyai disorder kejiwaan dan motifnya bukan murni harta (dan sekali lagi gw bilang gay bukan sebuah disorder), gw bisa menyandingkan ni orang ama pembunuh2 top di atas :lol:

Tapi teutep pembunuh favorit gw adalah Nevada-tan. :mrgreen:

Hannibal adalah gabungan dari semua 'kekejaman yang dingin dan cerdas'. Ia ditiru, dijadikan panutan, dipelajari, dan jadi patron bagi orang semacam Dolarhyde. Ia pun jadi rujukan bagi Clarice Starling dan Will Graham, agen FBI yang ketiban tugas memecahkan kasus pembunuhan berantai yang disertai kanibalisme Dolarhyde (Red Dragon), dan Gumb (The Silence of the Lambs).

Ya, Hannibal adalah ikon kekejaman modern.

Itu dalam novel dan di film.

Di dunia nyata, orang pun bertanya-tanya, benarkah ada sosok kriminal yang sedemikian kejam, keji, dingin, cerdas, dan suka memakan sesama seperti Lecter, Gumb, dan Dolarhyde?

Ternyata memang ada. Hannibal Lecter adalah gambaran dari tokoh seperti William Coyne. Pembunuh berantai ini melarikan diri dari penjara berpengamanan maksimum di Claveland tahun 1934. Coyne dikenal sebagai penjagal yang bahkan tak segan-segan menyantap korban yang dibunuhnya.

Dari sisi lain, karakter Lecter juga ada miripnya dengan Jaffrey Dahmer, pembunuh berantai yang suka mencicipi daging korbannya. Atau dengan dengan Tsutomu Miyazaki dari Tokyo yang antara tahun 1988-1989 menculik, membunuh, dan menyantap anak-anak prasekolah.

Di tempat terpisah pada masa yang berbeda, Ted Bundy menghabisi perempuan-perempuan yang jatuh iba kepadanya --karena cacat (pura-pura). Kadang, ia mengenakan 'wig' dari kulit kepala dan rambut asli korbannya. Dua karakter ini seperti mengilhami Harris menciptakan Jame Gumb dalam The Silence of the Lambs dan Dolarhyde dalam Red Dragon.

Coyne, Bundy, dan Dahmer dan tokoh-tokoh penjagal itu hanyalah sebagian di antara ratusan, mungkin ribuan orang yang tercatat dalam arsip kriminal dunia sebagai pembunuh berantai dengan kekejaman tingkat tinggi.

Melalui buku-bukunya Harris seolah ingin mengatakan, kekejaman bisa muncul begitu saja dan menjalari karakter seseorang di antara sekelompok manusia. Perilaku macam itu bisa diidap siapa pun yang dalam kehidupan sehari-hari adalah sosok manusia normal menurut pandangan umum.

Sangat boleh jadi, di sinilah "persinggungan" Ryan dengan tokoh-tokoh fiktif dan tokoh-tokoh nyata di atas. Lelaki asal Dusun Maijo, Desa Jatiwates, Kecamatan Tembelang, Jombang ini seakan jelmaan Dahmer, dan mirip Gumb dalamthe Lambs.

Masyarakat pun geger. Publik seakan bertemu dengan monster, makhluk aneh yang dengan dingin menghabisi sesama lalu menanamnya di halaman belakang rumah. Atau mencincangnya dan memasukkannya ke dalam koper lalu meletakkannya begitu saja di sembarang tempat. Orang boleh saja bergidik, ngeri dan jijik. Bisa pula takut. Jangan-jangan ada juga orang di dekatnya yang berperilaku seperti Ryan.

Tapi bila coba menelusuri agak ke belakang dan mencoba menatap realitas kekinian, rasanya kita tak perlu kaget benar. Apalagi takut. Bukankah di dalam diri tiap manusia pun ada unsur genetik yang mewarisi kecenderungan hewani seperti itu? Hanya saja, kekejian dan spirit membunuh tidak dipraktekkan langsung dengan mencincang sesama, melainkan dengan "membunuh" peluang dan memakan hak-haknya.

Kenyataan sehari-hari menunjukkan dengan jelas, bahwa makin hari kita melihat kian banyak saja orang yang rakus dan buas. Mereka tak segan-segan "membunuh" kawan, menipu teman, memeras orang lain, dan menghisap hak- hak mereka.

Jadi, Ryan mungkin belum apa-apa dibanding sebian di antara kita yang kadang ternyata lebih keji dan lebih kejam. Entah itu di kamar-kamar birokrasi, di gedung bursa, di kantor penegak hukum, di gedung wakil rakyat, di jalan, di pelabuhan, di pasar, dan tempat-tempat lain.

Sebagian di antara kita yang bertabiat jagal itu seringkali tampil sedemikian elegan di balik jas dan dasi berkelas, bermobil mengkilap, beristri (dan selingkuhan) cantik, molek, dan seksi. Lebih hebat lagi, seringkali orang-orang macam itu merasa tidak sedang melakukan kekejaman dan kekejian, meski hampir saban waktu dia "memakan" sesama.

Hiyyy!!! ***

Too many women in this country look at having a baby like taking a crap.  You want to get it out of you as quickly as possible, wipe the icky residue away, and then forget the whole nasty business ever happened.  I don't understand that outlook, personally.  I thought that the process of bringing a child into the world was pretty kick ass.  Its something I like to talk about, because it was cool.  Yeah, it hurt, and sure, there were some gross parts, but in a nation where we line up to see the latest gore porn sequel every time the masterminds behind Saw decided they'd like a little more money, can we really not handle hearing about a little placenta?  Seriously, people, don't be such pussies.  I'm as squeemish as the next person, but this isn't feces, its a child.

So yeah, I'll say it, I peed myself in transition.  Several times.  I'll say it, I pooped on the delivery table while pushing.  I'll say it, some sort of green fluid gushed out of me after they yanked my son out.  And yeah, I'll say it, I bled like a stuffed pig for six weeks after labor.  Its all part of that kick ass labor experience I had, and I'm very sorry if you didn't have a kick ass labor experience yourself.

All it takes to have a kick ass labor experience is to participate in your own labor.  You don't have to do it all natural, with no drugs, like I did.  Natural birth isn't for everyone.  If you're the type of person who would rather wake up in bed next to Ted Bundy than to run a mile, natural labor is probably not for you.  If you're the type of person who cries when you get a paper cut, natural labor is probably not for you.  If you're the type of person who makes your husband have sex with you through a hole in a sheet with all the lights out so he can't see your shameful, shameful nakedness, you probably should go ahead and schedule an elective c section.  But whatever kind of person you are, you can still take an active role in your labor and participate fully in the experience, and wind up having a totally empowering birth experience. 

All you have to do is research your pregnancy and labor options fully, and pick the options that are best for you.  Maybe you know you want pain relief, but you're terrified of needles.  Do a little research, and you'll be relieved to know that there are many pain relief alternatives to the epidural, such as Demerol (which my aunt says was just great for her first labor, but not enough pain relief for her second).  Or maybe you want to look into sedation methods for when they put in that epidural needle, so that you can just ignore the whole needle ordeal.  Look into your options!  Don't just lean back and figure the doctor is a professional, so let him decide.  Nobody knows you like you.

Next, write a birth plan and give it to your doctor.  Birth plans are awesome.  They let the doctor and nurses know what kind of person you are, what kind of birth you want, and how best to serve you during your labor.  A lot of women think a birth plan is not necessary if they are not having a natural birth.  WRONG!  Since you researched your options and have picked a specific plan that's going to be best for the unique and special individual you are, you're going to want to articulate that to your hospital staff - even if your plan looks like the pretty standard action plan of most OBs (epidural, augmentation with pit).  If we all demanded to be treated like the unique individuals with unique individual needs that we are, that action plan would not be standard.  There would be no standard!  For example, when writing up my birth plan, I seriously considered requesting an IV (totally not standard for an otherwise natural birth).  Why?  Because I like them.  They make me feel super hydrated.  I know I'm crazy.  No, I'm unique.  So are you.  Demand to be treated as such.  (Furthermore, you'll probably want to specify how you want yourself and your baby treated after birth, otherwise god only knows what they'll do to you)

Finally, ask questions.  Why? Good question.  Because things change.  You can never have total control over labor, but if something happens and your plans change, you will feel better about everything if you know whats happening and what your options are from there.  Women who report feeling positive about their birth despite emergency cesareans all say that the thing that let them feel so empowered after such a drastic change in plans was getting all the information they could from the doctor so that they were able to participate in the decision process.

Look, all the time you hear people saying that its about the journey, not about the destination.  People apply that cliche to everything, from your career to relationships.  But for whatever reason, we don't want to apply it to labor and birth?  Come on.  Sure, that baby destination is pretty awesome, but if you don't participate in the journey to the baby, you're really missing out on a pretty kick ass thing your body is doing.

Looking back is hell, especially when retrospect reveals how close true evil can slither up to your front door. Or in my case, the dorm door.

Back in the late seventies, serial killer Ted Bundy took a spin through South Florida, where I attended college. It was only after this smooth operator trolled up toward the Florida State/Lake City area and murdered several young women and a twelve-year-old, was a deadbolt added to the door of my dormitory to bolster the key lock.

Even after the in-state slaughter by Bundy, girls continued (per usual) to leave the door ajar for their boyfriends by using a block of wood as a lazy-woman's doorstop. Lazy being the operative word here, as God forbid these young ladies should walk down the stairs to open the door.

Fast forward past Bundy's conviction to the night before his execution. Being the narcissist that he was, old Ted managed to manipulate his way onto television, to air his reasons (excuses) for taking out his murderous rages on young women.

As said young woman coming of age during the time of his savagery, I watched Bundy toss the blame on pornography. I'm certain some believed that garbage.

But me?

I didn't sleep that night.

I tossed and turned remembering the social mores of the seventies, how my friends would leave bars with guys known only by what drink they ordered.

I recalled how my beater of a car broke down on I-95 in Ft. Lauderdale and how I jumped into the car of someone I didn't know, just to get to a gas station.

The electrical system went out on the same beater again, this time out on Powerline Road near Pompano. I got out of the car and started walking. Until two deputies stopped and told me to never, ever leave the car. Ever.

When the lights went out for Bundy for the last time--when he was finally executed--I was literally sick to my stomach. I barely made it to the bathroom. Years later, safe in my own home--complete with dead bolts, window locks and an alarm system--the moral of the story hit home hard for me as I flushed away the bile aka Ted Bundy with one single thought.

Us South Florida girls were lucky. Damn lucky. For trusting girls sometimes wind up dead at the hands of psychotic sociopaths.

Florida plans to execute Mark Dean Schwab this evening at six, should the U.S. Supreme Court fail to grant his final appeal.

But regardless of whoever the Sunshine State takes out, home state executions will always be about one good-looking asshole driving a VW bug that had a lethal way with the ladies.

Ted Bundy might have left the building back in 1989 but he shadows my mind for the rest of my days.

What the death penalty gives through ridding society of such people, the death penalty never succeeds in taking away the haunting of evil that this way came way too close.

Ever.

5Dennis Rader,autointitulat "BTK", dupa initialele metodei sale de a ucide "bind, torture, kill" ("leaga, tortureaza, ucide")a omorit zece persoane din oraselul Wichita in anii 70.Tata a doi copii si familist linistit, "BTK" isi alegea victimele la intimplare, apoi le impusca, le injunghia sau le strangula, purtind tot timpul cu el o trusa compusa din arme de foc, fringhie, catuse si banda adeziva.Zece sentinte consecutive pe viata au decis juratii in 2004 ca ar fi "moneda de schimb"

4.Gary Leon Ridgeway,sau "Ucigasul din Green River",48 de prostituate ucise intre 1982 si 1998,la buna desfasurare a anchetei fiind "invitat" sa-si dea cu parerea si Ted Bundy(nu Al,din pacate!).Tot 48 a fost si suma sentintelor pe viata primite dupa doar 20 de ani de ancheta!

3.Sipho Twala, un agricultor linistit, de 31 de ani, s-a folosit de cunostintele sale despre ciclurile agricole si cultura zulusa pentru a ucide 16 femei.S-a ales cu 506 ani de inchisoare, dupa o ancheta de sase saptamini, cea mai scurta din istoria cazurilor de crime in serie.

2.Jack Unterweger,austriac la origine si agresor sexual prin formare,a ucis doar o prostituata,primind sentiinta incarcerarii pe viata in '76,eliberat ulterior in '90!
"Curierul din Viena",a fost porecla administrata ulterior celor 9 femei strangulate cu propria lenjerie intima!Adaugand ulterior inca 3 "trofee",a fost prins si incarcerat pe viata!

1.Medicul generalist britanic Harold Frederick Shipman este considerat cel mai mare ucigas in serie al istoriei moderne. In 2000, el a fost acuzat de uciderea a 215 pacienti, desi unele surse vorbesc de peste 400 de victime, si a primit 15 sentinte consecutive pe viata.

Romania nu se afla in top,cu toate ca 1971 este anul in care a fost condamnat la moarte si executat Ion Rimaru, cel mai cunoscut criminal in serie roman, la Penitenciarul Jilava. El a recunoscut uciderea a patru persoane, sase tentative de omor, cinci violuri si sapte tilharii.Un fleac!

Orice alt comentariu ar avea inutilitate maxima!

I imagined running on the treadmill all night, doing 4 or 5 cycles of the 30 minute circuit training, not having to deal with the rush of customers (people- never my favorite), and packing away some good cash!  I would be skinny and fit again by July, with my wallet fat!

Only, it went like this...

Mama tired. 

Too tired.

t. t. 

Too tired to even say too tired.

Also, everyone kept asking me if I was nervous about being in this all access gym that is hidden behind big warehouse-type buildings in the middle of the night, with the doors open for anyone to walk in - members or not.  Bundy or not.  Dahmer or not.

I wasn't, because my boss assured me that the "cleaning crew" would be there all night.  I would never be alone in the building!  Sweet!

Only it went like this...

A cop came into the gym at around 11:00 on my second night alone.  He was shocked that my employers had no safety measures in place and that I was there all night by myself.  I wasn't worried before, it's a little town with not much crime, but now...HEY!  Now, I'm starting to get paranoid.  Thanks Mr. Police Officer. 

He goes on and on about how unsafe and irresponsible it is to have me there with no security cameras, behind a building- in fact he came up into the gym because he saw a suspicious truck pulling behind the warehouses.  He had no idea there was a 24 hour fitness center back there.  Oh, but stalkers and lunatics would find out and eventually trail in, he kindly informs me.  Thank you Mr. Police Officer.

"Why is the door unlocked?  Anyone can walk in!  They should have the doors locked and a members-only key pad entrance.  Even then, a member could be crazy and nobody would hear you if he decided to kill you."

Then, he says he'll send officers to periodically patrol the building, but they can't babysit me all night, and anyone could still attack me.

Then he leaves me alone! 

Thanks Mr. Police Officer.  Thank you very much. 

I sit in the window facing the parking lot like a damn starved eagle scanning desperately for a wounded animal to drop.  Forget about the lunatic coming in to get me, because I think one look at my cracked-out eyes bugging out of my head while I paced like a schizophrenic would have even Bundy saying, "Damn, I gots to get me away from this woman-freak, fast!!"

The cleaning "crew" - consisting of Blanca and her sometimes present husband, came in at 11:40 and left at 12:40.  Hmm.  Mama was alone ALL NIGHT LONG imagining Ted Bundys and Jeffrey Dahmers -wait, not Dahmer, he didn't like my flavor- umm, The Manson Women - no, I think I could probably have taken them down with some dumbbells - Freddy Kreuger!  No, I'm awake all night, and he only comes when you sleep - umm, SATAN!  No, too mythical.  All right, just Bundy.  He's scary enough, even dead, because he looked like the paper boy.  And nothing's scarier than a maniacal paper boy.

Anyway, at around 2:00am, after much pacing, biting nails and heart palpitations, the door (which is down two flights of stairs so that you can't see who is coming up. I didn't mention that yet, did I? Yeah.) opens up.  Someone is coming to kill me.  My life is over.  My kids are going to read about my fitness center death in newspaper clippings.  Yay.

True to my probably stereotypical imaginings, up walks the biggest, baldest, menacing-looking biker you have ever seen (sorry bald bikeys, no offense- I love bald men,  honestly, see my Powder post). 

Oh, great. My last minutes.  Fabulous.  Well, at least my sons will have an almost Mom twin in my sister, their Auntie - who is much more organized and Mom-like than me anyway, so maybe it will work out for them...

I digress.

"Can I open up a membership?  I work the late shift, and I just got out of work!  I can't believe you're open 24 hours! This is so convenient for me and my wife!"

A little pee comes out.  Yes, unfortunately, ever since I gave birth to the over 9 pound Loudon, I have a little nervous incontinence issue going on.  You try carrying that thing and holding your pee when you are about to die.  It was just a little tiny piddly anyway. 

I can't hear what my killer is saying, because I am just inching over to the emergency EXIT door with a fake smile on my face.  I am nodding like a Geisha.

"Do you have any paperwork that I have to fill out?"

I give him the forms, and then miraculously, I explain them to him with someone else's voice - all the while, I am plotting my counter attack.

Surprisingly, he doesn't kill me.  He leaves with his membership tag.

However, I am almost dead from my high blood pressure.

It was a long sleepless night, and the next day I resigned. 

My blood pressure has finally come down into the range where they won't immediately admit me into the ER.  I don't have to wear Depend undergarments.  I slept last night.  During the night.

And at 2:00am, when I was stalked by another male - well, it was just my small boy who never sleeps. 

And he didn't kill me either. 

But this lack of sleep might!

T. T. !!!!!