Casey Anthony Has Paid Subscribers on Substack—Why?
Numbers don’t lie, but they do make me wonder—why?
967 Substack subscribers (27 of them paying).
50,000 TikTok followers—and counting.
Casey Anthony isn’t just back, but she’s building an audience…
Now, Numbers don’t lie, but they do make me wonder—why?
More than one person for whatever reason said, You know what I need in my inbox? Casey Anthony’s Newsletter. Out of all the talented, insightful, thoughtful writers on Substack, every single person that click subscribe to Casey Anthony and about 2.8% of her Substack subscribers are paying to hear what she has to say.
Yet, those who choose to subscribe are making room for yet another white woman to rebrand herself after they were ostracized.
Before Anything Else, Let’s Remember Who This Is About…
This is Caylee Anthony.
A two-year-old child from Orlando, Florida. A little girl who should have had her whole life ahead of her. A child who didn’t get to grow up, didn’t get to start school, didn’t get to experience the milestones that so many take for granted.
Because on that night—whichever night it truly was—her mother, Casey Anthony, made a decision that would end Caylee’s life forever.
What Happened to Caylee Anthony?
It started on June 16, 2008. That was the last confirmed day that Caylee Anthony was seen alive.
After that? Silence.
Casey Anthony spent the next 31 days pretending everything was normal.
She told friends that Caylee was with a babysitter named “Zanny the Nanny.”
She went out partying, entering a hot body contest at a club in Orlando.
She got a tattoo that read Bella Vita—Italian for “Beautiful Life.”
Meanwhile, Caylee was missing. And no one—not her grandparents, not her friends—knew where she was.
The Lies Start to Unravel
On July 13, 2008, Casey’s car was impounded.
When Casey’s mother, Cindy Anthony, retrieved it, she immediately noticed something was wrong. The car reeked—a smell so distinct, so gut-wrenching, that Cindy Anthony called 911 and said it smelled like a dead body had been in the trunk.
That’s when the search for Caylee officially began.
But instead of giving straight answers, Casey Anthony lied.
She claimed a nanny named Zenaida Fernandez-Gonzalez kidnapped Caylee. (Zenaida didn’t exist.)
She lied about where she worked. (She told police she was employed at Universal Studios—she wasn’t.)
She led detectives on a wild goose chase, wasting time while her daughter was still missing.
Caylee’s Body Is Found
For months, investigators searched for Caylee. They followed leads. They dug through Casey’s internet history, where she had researched chloroform, suffocation, and neck-breaking.
Then, on December 11, 2008, a utility worker named Roy Kronk discovered something in a wooded area near the Anthony family home.
It was Caylee’s remains.
Her tiny body had decomposed, but the way she was found told investigators everything they needed to know:
Her skull was wrapped in duct tape.
She was placed in a garbage bag.
She had been discarded like trash.
The medical examiner ruled it a homicide. But because of the advanced decomposition, they couldn’t determine an exact cause of death.
The Trial of the Century—And the Verdict That Shocked Everyone
Casey Anthony’s trial began in May 2011.
The prosecution argued that Casey murdered Caylee because she wanted to live a carefree life without the responsibilities of motherhood.
The defense? They pivoted hard. They claimed Caylee accidentally drowned in the family pool, and Casey’s father, George Anthony, helped cover it up. No real evidence supported this theory.
But the jury bought it.
On July 5, 2011, Casey Anthony was acquitted of murder.
The courtroom gasped. America erupted in anger. Because even though the prosecution didn’t have a definitive cause of death, everything about Casey’s behavior—her lies, her partying, her internet searches—pointed to one thing: guilt.
She was only convicted on four counts of lying to police. For killing her daughter? Nothing.
She walked free on July 17, 2011.
Casey Anthony, Privacy Expert?
These days, Casey Anthony’s latest angle is privacy protection. She’s positioning herself as an expert on how to stay safe online, how to keep your information private, and how to avoid scrutiny.
On paper, sure, that’s useful information. The internet is a surveillance state, and most of us have way more personal data floating around than we should. The problem isn’t what she’s saying—it’s who’s saying it.
Because when Casey Anthony starts talking about protecting yourself from being watched, from being found, from being held accountable… you have to wonder who her advice is really for. She’s not exactly known for keeping people safe.
Why Are People Following Her?
There’s always an audience for white women’s second chances.
Some probably follow her because they’re obsessed with true crime. Some might be hate-following, waiting for her to slip up, hoping for some kind of confession. Others are buying into the Casey Anthony rebrand—choosing to believe that she’s “just misunderstood” or that the justice system got it right.
And of course, what about all the actually talented, worthwhile writers out there? If you’re someone who craves good storytelling, sharp cultural analysis, or even personal essays about redemption, there are thousands of writers who deserve your support before Casey Anthony does.
Hell, follow me if you need someone to read that badly.
You Are What You Are
Casey Anthony can start a Substack. She can post her TikToks. She can try to sell the public on the idea that she’s just a woman trying to live her life, share her thoughts, and warn people about the dangers of being watched.
But at the end of the day, she is what she is:
A child murderer who got off scot-free in Florida.
She can write a thousand newsletters. She can gain a million followers. But that truth will never change.
7:44PM EST -
After I posted this article, I went to bluesky to share this post and why was this the first thing I saw when I clicked on casey anthony’s page:
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Something tells me this is only the beginning with Casey on Socials…
Which could mean the return of him…
And that I’d rather not have.
Talk soon, friends.
~ Jaz
Shit like this makes me question why I bother trying.
Because we live in world that runs on blood, horror and absurdity.