A messenger of the world beyond ensconces on your window sill. The fluffy red crown of its bright feathers spurring waves of calmness, circulating in your blood.
Equal rights, equal opportunity. It seems that the crusade of women to prove that they are competent enough to run businesses, intelligent enough to invest in stock markets, ruthless enough to be the head of a corporation that sells manly stuff, might not be entirely accurate.
One is a mega-successful international pop-star, the other a fictional murderer with a nick for disfigurement and torture games. Yet, there is an undeniable connection between them – an underbelly reason of why we are drawn to them. We often find themselves rooting for villains. Their complexity speaks to our souls because we all know that the core of our souls is not perfect, either.
In case you have never heard of the Italian banking family that knew how to make it rain faster than you can say internet banking; You need to check out the Netflix TV series about the Florentine dynasty from hell. To paraphrase Leonardo da Vinci himself, it can either captivate you or leave you feeling lukewarm.