Summary: Casey Anthony's story is cock-carousel addiction gone insane, where she actually murdered her own young daughter in order to hop back on the carousel full force; a true modern girl taken to the extreme.

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 scene and decides to have the baby… but ends up missing the carefree party lifestyle so much that she murders her own two-and-a-half year-old daughter to hit-up the party scene even harder than before.

A true story of cock-carousel gone mad.

And as if drive it into the realm of the surreal, in the month before her arrest she was so thrilled with the idea that she had gotten away with the murder of her child that she got a tattoo to commemorate it.

A parent killing their child wasn’t something new- Andrea Yates carefully drowned each of her five children in a bathtub (and was found not-guilty by reason of insanity in her home-state of Texas)- but what struck a chord here was the frivolity of Casey’s motive.

Casey Anthony couldn’t give up the modern cliched college girl lifestyle of bingeing on drugs, alcohol, and promiscuity to the point where she murdered her own daughter to pursue that lifestyle. 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 exemplified the first fully-realized post-modern woman; a woman so determined to break the shackles of civic duty, gender rigidity, and social expectation that she violently rebelled against the system… Yes, there was blood, but this is rebellion; this was a Feminist statement, and in ten-years young girls may look back at the courageous Casey Anthony as a forerunner in after-birth abortion (toddlercide?)… after all, she didn’t feel like being a mother anymore so she changed her mind; she wasn’t happy.

Casey Anthony’s story is symptomatic of a broken society. A culture which has cast out all notion of duty and responsibility, replacing it with petty pleasure and obsessive narcissism. Individual rights over collective prosperity. And even if the average person isn’t going to murder a child in-order to preserve the pleasure-button lifestyle, certainly meaning has been lost in a culture that only teaches wild consumption.