Trigger Warning for details in the Bernardo-Homolka case:
- making my way through Invisible Darkness, wish I haven't, or wish I skipped through the details of his crime and read only the childhood part as planned (but they are together for a reason eh?), need to find a new cooping mechanism now, maybe
- when Bernado rapes his victims, he makes them repeatedly say I love you, this sad sack of shit made the mention of love into a trauma trigger. I still think that Karla is the dominant killing partner - he never killed before he met her, in fact, the book says that before he got Karla's approval, his rape of women was confined to groping a few woman and fingering one. ...but well, maybe there was two? They testify against each other in the end. Maybe Bernardo needed her approval, her affirmation of his fantasy reality to start, but before that, Bernardo studied psychology. I don't think that him telling the victims to say "I love you" was fulfilling an emotional need where he haven't heard it enough as a kid, I believe he did it to deepen the harm considering how he did it in conjunction to telling them that they are a slut and the police wouldn't believe them and their friends will laugh at them. Please please, I hope he dies a terrible terrible death in prison.
And there goes my two TLC post reading about evil fuckery like this: oldies love songs on repeat and pictures of cute animals. I knew Homolka was a vet, that's how she got the ketamine, but I've always thought she was the type who only did it for the money and secretly hates animals and animals bark and claw at her when she pass by. I know it's stupid, because predators have used pets to lure children before, but damnit, emotionally speaking, I like buying into the myths that cats are good judges of characters and wouldn't tolerate evil fuckery like this, because something ought to give them away, they shouldn't have been able to fit so well, they don't belong among the good things, corrupting it.
There is no simpler glee than watching a German Shephred be protective of a teeny tiny kitten, playing that on loop always cheer me up, but now my stupid graphic imagination has added in Homolka into that room, and now the room is no longer a good room, the ground has been soured all that.
I just need to balance out the evil with the good stuff again, like for every Homolka that fooled animals, there are a thousand more nice people in the cute animal room.
ETA: Bad Brain, trying to watch cute animal clips, misattaching "is Karla holding the camera" from what I read, but it is absolutely silly, still, I was the girl who had problem relaxing in a full bath after shark week even though there is no logical reason why there would be a shark in my bath tub and being in a bath tub does not feel remotely like being in the ocean. If this was Sphere (1998) I wouldn't last 30 seconds before imaging my
reflection into eating me.
Logic Time, the lady who made the
dog and kitten video is a vet tech named Amy, who resides in the United States, she doesn't have a profile picture though. So in that room with the cute animals, I'm going to picture Amy Farrah Fowler holding the camera.
Jesus Christ, I started reading up on this case, because this was all over the news when I was a kid, I want to know why she did it, give it a reason, so it wouldn't be so scary, but since then I have learned that Bernado was a suspect for the Scarborough rapes before he even kidnapped the girls, and yet, they didn't check on him. What's more, something I didn't remember before: he raped a girl for 1h30min, outside, in December. Once it starts snowing, I've always thought it was safe to stay out till almost midnight: the red sky is lighter so I could see, and I figure no one would be crazy enough to take off their pants in this weather. Blitz attacks targeting women leaving a bus stop, no luring, so just not talking to a creep isn't enough. He waits at some spot watching the bus shelter, he doesn't pick them while he was on the bus. I've always thought that the reason why the jump out of a bush rapist is so rare is a matter of opportunity and comfort: there are more people you can pick out at a parking lot to follow later than there are in the woods, and if you wait in a bush in December you should have been too frozen to make a move by the time your type comes along right? Wrong in this case.