Erzsébet Báthory: Bubble Baths or Blood baths?

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I Prefer Bubble Baths not Blood Baths

Elizabeth Bathory, posing for a portrait. She is wear a white long sleeved dresses, with a brown and black skirt. Over top she is wear a black over coat with frilled cut of sleeves. She has on a ruff, and a matching hair piece as well.

Erzsébet Báthory (Elizabeth Bathory), posing in a portrait

Self-care is so essential to a girl, and since we live in a male-dominated society, aging is not an option now, is it? Our dear Erzsébet knew this, so she did what any rational Victorian woman would do… Kill hundreds of maids, torture them, and then bathe in their blood. I know a good skincare routine is irreplaceable to a girl, but the blood bath does seem a tad extreme; a bubble bath probably would have suffixes. (but what do I know?)

With an accused kill count of 6oo, Erzsébet Báthory put herself on the map for becoming one of the world's most prolific female serial killers at an early age (16 centuries early, that is). Though did the rumored merciless blood countess really do what she was accused of? Or was she an innocent widowed woman who had a tad bit too much power and money with several families, including her own, indebted to her?

Erzsébet Báthory was born in Nyírbátor, Hungary, on August 7, 1560. Married to a nobleman named Nadasdy at just 15 years of age, Erzsébet managed to do what all noblewomen at that time were expected to. What is that you may ask? Marry rich, a goal I myself have as well.

Erzsébet and Nadasdy were the picture of what a marriage of convince was supposed to be. They had 4 children, but a good 80% of the time never saw each other. This was, of course, due to her husband going off fighting the Ottoman Turks. During this time, she managed the estate and his affairs in his place, and she did so like a shark. Erzsébet Báthory was a cold-blooded businesswoman, so the story goes. But did her calculated business skills that would have granted her the title of ‘woman of the year’ in this day and age end up playing a role in her demise?

No one at this time liked a woman in power, much less a widow in power, and in January of 1604, Báthory’s husband died during battle. Báthory then took complete control of her extensive estates, something I’m sure her male family members were very fond of; because soon after the passing of her husband in the year 1610, Báthory was accused of her horrific crimes.

She stood accused along with her servants of mass murder and torture of commoners as well as noble ladies, ( which is why the case was apparently taken up, because heaven forbid the upper class to be slighted!).  Erzsébet herself was never tried, though 3 of her servants were executed when she was found guilty. Charged with officially 80 counts of murder, she was to live out her days confined to her home in Castle Cachtice, where she remained till she was found dead in 1614.

Portrait of Elizabeth Bathory, in a red and white dress, with a large frilled collar and her hair wrapped up in what looks like a red hair scarf. The paint is worn and discolored with age.

Isn’t it so convent though? Everything seemingly was tied up in a blood-red bow, not a single loose end in sight! Murderess Countess convicted as she should be. Except for the fact that those who convicted her gained far more than God’s good grace by locking her away. The debts they owed soon became collateral for allowing her family to manage her confinement and take control of her lands. Those who have reviewed the case in recent years have speculated that this murderess was actually innocent and that this was a case of politically fueled slander.

Though no matter what really happened, the case took on a life of its own in later years. Plenty of people came forward with their own recount of what happened, and years after the actual trial, the legend of the blood countess began as people started to say she bathed in the blood of victims in order to stay young. That is a rather big thing to leave out of the trial, but just like today’s society. Scandals and trials are like a giant game of telephone; they start off small only to become completely unrecognizable by the end for better or worse.

The intricacies of this case are fascinating; I would urge you to take a deep dive into it as well and form your own opinion on whether she was innocent or guilty, and perhaps the next time you hear of the blood countess, your blood will boil for a different reason then at the though of all those she ‘killed’. So for all you self-care girls out there obsessed with serial killers and potentially wronged female historical figures, treat yourself to a bubble bath in our girl, Erzsébet Báthory’s honor.

Hi, my name is Breanne Gormley. I’m currently in my second year of Professional Writing at Algonquin College. I am passionate about the color blue, tiny skulls, folklore, and petting random cats I find on the street. I have a deep love of writing, and I can’t wait to take a trip with you through time and explore the finer things in life, specifically tragic events and brutal murders. I hope you will enjoy this blog as much as I do.

Aileen Wuornos: Not a Monster

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Content Warning: this post contains content about sexual violence. Please take care when reading.

You may have heard of Aileen Wuornos: branded as America’s first female serial killer, unrepentant sexual deviant and psycho killer, Monster. In the early ‘90s, that’s how Wuornos was portrayed by the media and law enforcement after she was arrested for the murder of seven men. It was the same angle pursued by the prosecution when Wuornos was on trial in 1992 for first-degree murder. Aileen Wuornos was convicted by a jury and sentenced to death. She spent a decade on death row until she was executed by lethal injection on October 9th, 2002.

It was easy to call Wuornos an evil murderer and do away with her. But I don’t think Aileen Wuornos was disposable. I don’t think a traumatized, mentally ill woman deserved a state-sanctioned death. I am not trying to absolve her from the crimes she committed. Instead, I’d like to try and understand Wuornos for who she really was: a person who was exploited her entire life, and failed by every system that could have prevented her from becoming what she did.

Image courtesy of unherd.com

Wuornos was born into a life of violence and poverty. Her mother was just 14 years old when she gave birth. Her father was in prison for raping a child when she was born. He later hung himself in jail. When she was four years old, Wuornos and her brother were abandoned by their mother. They went to live with their alcoholic and abusive grandparents.

Her already difficult life only got worse. She was repeatedly raped by her grandfather and other family members. She began survival sex work at 11-years-old. Like her mother, she gave birth at 14, after being raped. She put the baby up for adoption and was kicked out of her home. I won’t belabour the point any further: from the time she was born, her life was hell. She was abused and failed by every person who was supposed to take care of her.

It didn’t stop after she turned 14. Wuornos continued to do survival sex work into her adult life. She was in and out of jail her entire life, from the first time she was arrested as a teenager. She’d been a ward of the state, though she was often homeless, and committed various drunken and petty crimes. There were plenty of opportunities for the state to step in and provide her with the rehabilitation, counselling and healthcare Wuornos so desperately needed. Instead, she was churned out and spit back onto the street after every arrest and stint in jail. Instead, she was discarded by a system that saw her as worthless.

Feminist writer Phyllis Chesler tried to organize a thorough defense that addressed the decades of abuse and poverty that put Wuornos on the path to murder: “I organized a pro bono team of experts to testify about violence against prostitutes and a prostitute’s right to defend herself. I hoped we could also address the level of complex, post-traumatic stress from which she and all prostitutes suffer…none of us were ever called.”

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“Aileen was terrorised by violent johns, and eventually lashed out in crazed defense, just like men do in wars when they are also afraid of getting killed or tortured,” said psychologist Melissa Farley, who worked on Wuornos’ case. None of this was mentioned in the media at the time of her trial, much less considered by the prosecution or jury as potential mitigating factors in her crimes. She was treated as a throw away—a dirty prostitute who killed men to rob them of their cash and cars. Wuornos maintained that each killing was done in self-defense throughout her trial, though as her mental state deteriorated, she claimed to enjoy the killing. Perhaps she did. It may have been the only time in her life that she felt in control.  

The first man Wuornos killed, Richard Mallory, was a convicted rapist. Like her other six victims, he was a ‘john’, a term used to describe men who hire sex workers. Wuornos said he beat and raped her, which lead to her shooting him in self-defense. That was November 30th, 1989. In the next year, she would sporadically shoot and kill six more ‘johns’. The murders did not seem coordinated or planned, and she maintained all were in self-defense.

 “People painted Aileen as a monster,” said Wuornos’ defense attorney Nick Broomfield, “which she was not. She was also not a serial killer. Aileen neither planned her crimes, stalked her victims, or took any pleasure from what she did.”

Wuornos’ story has been retold by many different people, in many ways, for different reasons. Most seek to exploit her trauma for financial gain. Some portrayals are sympathetic, such as the Oscar-winning performance by Charlize Theron, who played Wuornos in the film Monster. The movie humanizes her, but like the title suggests, it turns her into a monstrosity as well. Other feminist writers have tried to understand and humanize Wuornos. Journalist Julie Grindel says in her examination of Wuornos’ life and crimes, “there are monsters…and there are misrepresentations.”

My name is Angie Mosher (she/her) and I'm a Professional Writing student at Algonquin College. I have a Bachelor of Arts in Creative Writing from UBC, and when I’m not writing, I’m playing video games, hanging out with my cats, or getting a new tattoo. I’m originally from Halifax, Nova Scotia, but have been living in Ottawa since 2017. I like shining a light on things otherwise left to rot in the corner. Let’s kick up some dust.