Psychopathic Female in Your Life

The psychopathic female creates a crazymaking space, a vortex into which she sucks, in ever-increasing concentric circles, everyone around her. She abuses relationally: smears, cheats with your best friends or colleagues or with the spouses of such, manipulates by flirting or by begging for pity and sympathy (casting men in rescuer roles). She charms and beguiles, always the long-sought soulmate, a perfect resonance and fit, the other, long-lost half. Her sex is a fantasy in flesh. Demure and shy or extroverted and histrionic, she somehow introduces even the most reluctant into her chaos, without and within.

The role of the crazymaking space is to provide an optimal environment for the expression of the psychopath's grandiosity and sadism as well as for the attainment of her goals (power in all its forms). It is a theatre set, a stage upon which she enacts her antisocial amorality plays with everyone in her life as props. Without remorse or empathy, she mercilessly and relentlessly metes out just deserts: rewards and punishments. She acts mechanically, fearlessly, impulsively, and with determination, like an inexorable automaton, a force of nature.

In a way, culturally conditioned as we are to regard all women as weak and ineffectual, well-meaning and maternal, the female psychopath is far more nefarious, pernicious, subterranean, and dangerous than her male brother. She is subtle, passive-aggressive, and surreptitious. She stealthily undermines the foundations rather than overtly bombard the citadel. The male psychopath's thespian capacity is hampered by his narcissism: he feels humiliated by the very need to pretend and act, manipulate and supplicate. Not so the female of the species.

Before you know it, your life and health are gone, your mind is traumatized beyond repair, exposed as you were to the soft pulchritude of almost alien Evil reified.

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