Crazy Chick Lit With a Capital "C"

What is up with this new form of dramatic literature, what I dub Crazy Chick Lit? You know the type, where some (usu.) woman goes insane if she can't have someone's man (or woman for that matter), and is hellbent on getting their object of their desire even if they have to boil pet rabbits to get him (or her)? The kind where's he or she about to kill the wife or off the huband just to get next to their crush, and we find out later that this psycho has deep psychological isssues that stem from their childhood. (Boo hoo hoo!) What got me musing on this was that I just finished Anna J's My Woman His Wife, a novel about a woman who would stop at nothing to get this man's wife. She involved the husband, the wife, and even the wife's secretary. And she has her cake and eats it, too (pardon the pun). Since she couldn't get the wife away from her husband, then she decides to take more drastic measures. Psychotic stuff. Oh, and did I mention the crazy ho has killed before? Is this life imitating art, or art imitating life? Cause if you check the news, this kind of madness is all around us. People hacking people, husbands killing pregnant wives. Uhh, it's too much for me, and I truly don't know what the world is coming to. As my mama would say, "We're at end of our days." Or was that a cheesy '80s song? Back to crazy chick lit. Excuse me, but when did this become an acceptable form of fiction? Ever since the popularity of Fatal Attraction, being nuts has never been more attractive. The nuttier they are the better fiction, Lifetime movie, tv movie of the week, hour-long drama, soap opera it is. To me , the bitch is crazy and we should lock her up and throw away the key.