Psycho-pass

It's a tenet of public relations as currently constituted to "get ahead" of embarrassing personal information by releasing it yourself into the world before it breaks by other means; you throw yourself at the mercy of the court of public opinion, so to speak. The strategy certainly makes sense: you look candid, you set the initial framing of events, and you seem at least outwardly principled.

I admit I'm no Edward Bernays, but there are some circumstances where ostensible candor may not be the best option, and the New York Post writes about one of them. (For the record, were I this woman's flack, I'd characterize her childhood predilections as an active interest in history rather than psychopathy.)

I'm afraid psychopaths, fairly or not, will forever suffer from the hard bigotry of woe expectations.

P.S. It bears mentioning that this psycho women moves her head within the normal parameters of female non-verbal communication, somewhat contradicting a previous Post story on how to spot a lady psycho.

P.P.S. It appears the catalyst for the trend of psychopath confessionals is this number from The Wall Street Journal. It's written well-enough, but what's striking is how it's exactly what you'd imagine it to be. In other words, people's offhand, everyday, not particularly well thought out assumptions are pretty much true, at least if this story's to be believed. (I've found that rare with esoteric stuff like this.) You'd think a proper psychopath would gild the lily or mix it up with a curve if only separate herself from the swinish horde.

The chick from The Bad Seed takes a break from her study of Mayan civilization to terrorize an adult.