Hell's bells and peanut shells
I'm not sure how to feel about my morbid fascination with researching the 40-year-old Manson murder case. Furthermore, I'm not sure how to feel about the fact that I think Patricia Krenwinkel looks hot with a shaved head (manly features and ears that stick out are always a heart-winning combination for me).
What's especially remarkable is that, even behind bars, Patricia and her sisters in crime can't escape the same kind of objectification from society that all women have to endure throughout their lives. Though they each managed to maintain their looks for quite some time, people are now saying that they "aren't aging well," or are "less fuckable than they used to be." No one ever talks about how sexually repulsive Charles Manson himself is. Men who let themselves go when they reach middle to old age are usually ignored while women who do the same thing are branded "unfuckable" and become targets of written (as well as verbal) stone-throwing. If you ask me though, Susan Atkins looks more fuckable now than Manson ever has even in her bloated cancer-ridden state.
That's pretty much the extent of my sympathy toward them. Aside from that, I'd say they probably deserve every insult they've ever gotten and every broken broom handle rape that's ever been inflicted on them for what they did.
I've really grown to hate violence, in both real and fictional form. While watching "House of 1000 Corpses" recently, I found myself becoming physically ill during a scene in which the character of Baby (Sheri Moon Zombie) gleefully stabs a young woman wearing a bunny rabbit costume multiple times. The movie was oppressively bad in every way possible, and I certainly can't say I liked the victim character at all whatsoever (all the characters were equally obnoxious), but something about the way this scene was filmed got to me. Maybe it's because I've been the victim of a minor violent crime that I can't stand watching innocent people in dangerous situations, especially when I'm expected to find it amusing at the innocent person's expense. Or perhaps it's because I'm not one of the many meat-headed individuals to whom a movie like this was made to appeal...the kind of people who would compliment it by saying it's "some badass shit, yo!!!" From what I'm told, the sequel ("Devil's Rejects") is darker and has even more moments that would make me feel unbearable discomfort. But I shan't venture into that territory. In fact, thanks to Rob Zombie, I'm done with horror films for the rest of my life. From now on, every movie I watch will either be family-friendly or porn...or family-friendly porn.
And while I do believe the Manson ladies are, for the most part, rehabilitated, they seem to be doing a lot more good behind bars than they ever did before they were placed there (even in their "unfuckable" state). So they might as well rot where they were planted and later bloomed.