Are you thinking “what an incredibly tasteless way to title a post?” Congratulations! You’re sane! Now read what the NY Post‘s Andrea Peyser wrote:
Casey Anthony sa-shayed into the courtroom yesterday tarted up like a Florida sorority girl looking for a quick-and-dirty hookup.
On what she clearly believed was Freedom Day — hide the barstools! — Casey entered the fluorescent-lit runway looking nightclub-sexy in a lavender sweater dress designed to show off her generous curves.
For the last time — we think — Casey sat at the defendant’s table, and proceeded to stroke her silky hair lasciviously.
She pushed it out of her eyes, over and over. She petted the bottom as if it were a small dog.
With joy in her eyes and not a hint of sadness in her body, she listened intently, ready to spring from the courthouse to the closest saloon.
She continually fidgeted with her sweater, pulling it down and pulling at the sleeves. She was a girl in a hurry.