Who makes the best killer - a man or a woman?
I have noticed a tread in my reading of cozy mysteries where, more often than not, the killer is a woman. This makes me wonder who makes the best bad "guy"?
If we assume our killer is a woman, how much strength does she need to push someone off a building, commit a drowning or stabbing while controlling the victim? I think it's easier to envision a man performing these acts simply by nature of his strength. But isn't it a bit more fun if the killer is a woman who you might pass in the grocery aisle? What if she is your neighbor or the soccer mom you see at your child's games?
Let's take the soccer mom - what is it that might push her over the edge? I can see her now - dressed in her skort and Gap tank top, son and daughter fighting over a toy while strapped into the safety seats in the back of her white mini-van, late for school and the parent-teacher meeting. Maybe it's the jerk who cuts her off in traffic, maybe it's the other mom who grabbed the last parking spot or maybe it's dry cleaner who lost her husband's suit. But one day it's all just too much and she snaps. All of a sudden you have a woman on the rampage. Sounds like something I may need to add to a future book!
A lesson to us all to be careful, lest we ram our grocery cart into the wrong woman.
Happy trails,
Leslie
If we assume our killer is a woman, how much strength does she need to push someone off a building, commit a drowning or stabbing while controlling the victim? I think it's easier to envision a man performing these acts simply by nature of his strength. But isn't it a bit more fun if the killer is a woman who you might pass in the grocery aisle? What if she is your neighbor or the soccer mom you see at your child's games?
Let's take the soccer mom - what is it that might push her over the edge? I can see her now - dressed in her skort and Gap tank top, son and daughter fighting over a toy while strapped into the safety seats in the back of her white mini-van, late for school and the parent-teacher meeting. Maybe it's the jerk who cuts her off in traffic, maybe it's the other mom who grabbed the last parking spot or maybe it's dry cleaner who lost her husband's suit. But one day it's all just too much and she snaps. All of a sudden you have a woman on the rampage. Sounds like something I may need to add to a future book!
A lesson to us all to be careful, lest we ram our grocery cart into the wrong woman.
Happy trails,
Leslie
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