Hair Don'ts and Stupidity

Casey Anthony's most recent mug shot, courtesy of the Pinellas County jail.

Day Three of jury selection in the trial of Casey Anthony was certainly eventful.

First up - Casey entering the courtroom, sporting a new 'do, and looking like one hot mess. Someone should let her know those long, bedraggled bangs aren't a good look for her. She strutted to the table, and proceeded to fiddle annoyingly with her new bangs most of the day. She left off the preening to try to drum up her usual round of fake tears as the charges against her were read in front of prospective jurors.

After lunch, Judge Perry announced that a prospective juror had approached one of the media outlets, attempting to strike up a conversation about the case, and admitting he was looking to get out of jury duty. Judge Perry questioned him, found him guilty of contempt, and slapped the poor fool with a $450 fine. After that, Casey stopped fiddling with her hair, straightened up, and looked quite serious.

But, true narcissist that she is, Casey had to get the attention back on her, and her alone, somehow. So everyone was treated to Casey having some sort of "episode" later in the afternoon. She arranged her face in lines of distress, and appeared to be whining about one of her hands. She was led out, and Judge Perry announced that jury selection would continue without Casey, should she agree to that. But, after a spell out of camera range, Casey returned, and jury selection continued.

Throughout the day, I have been following the excellent, and entertaining live blog on WFTV. Shout out to Bruce, who did a wonderful job of getting posts out to all who were following. Toward the end of the day, there were close to 15, 000 following the blog, and roughly 2,000 people posting comments.

One poster wittily asked who was the woman in black who was "petting" Casey all day, much as one would pet a nervous animal to calm them down.

Casey has good reason to be nervous now. Like many sociopaths, she has lived in her own bubble, confident she can simply lie and lie and then lie some more to get out of any mess she has created. Now she's cornered.

My armchair analysis is that once she killed Caylee, that Caylee was for all intents and purposes eradicated from her mind. Caylee simply no longer existed to Casey. So, it was off to the clubs and the boyfriend du jour, blissfully spending stolen money, and figuring she could avoid explaining away Caylee's existence.

I don't think Casey ever thought this day would come. A day where she would sit in a courtroom and have nowhere to run. Somewhere, between the legal proceedings and posturings, somewhere between Casey's preening and histrionics, there's a small shadow that won't go away. That shadow is the memory of Caylee Anthony, a little girl, who deserved so much more then only being remembered for her disappearance, death, and being unfortunate enough to have Casey Anthony for her mother.