There is something awe inspiring about a truly coldhearted woman onscreen. It’s the contradiction of desires that makes her so appealing and reviled, simultaneously. She’s everything you’ve been told not to be—but presented in the gorgeous wrapping you’ve been told you should aspire to. Women, we’re told, are—not should be, but are—naturally warm, giving, kind, and understanding. What should we make, then, of the beautiful aberration that is a cold, blackhearted bitch?
