A Lady You Don't Invite Over For Christmas
Here's one out of Wisconsin that is just -- well, it might make you question a few things about humanity.
This is a case out of Kenosha County, in Wisconsin. Anna Marie Crocker already had four kids by 33. Seeing as how four kids need some income sources to generally live, she got a job as a substitute teacher at a K-8 school during COVID. Seemingly, by late 2021 she was full-time. I’m not sure exactly what position she held, but she didn’t seem to be a homeroom teacher, insofar as that matters.
It seems her oldest biological kid was a son, and as early-double-digits-age boys do, he had some friends and they hung out and watched TikTok and played basketball and sometimes did sleepovers. One of the friends, identified in court records as “ZG,” said he was over at the house “countless times” and also said Crocker herself was regularly intoxicated (booze) when he was over. Well, one night on a sleepover, he went and passed out on a couch in the basement. She came downstairs, buck naked, and pulled off his pants and started going to town. Again, he’s twelve and she’s thirty-three. There were sex noises, so some of the other sleepover boys came downstairs, and apparently “ZG” was trying to push Anna off of him.
That would be bad enough and cause for some jail time, but that was only her first charge. Now we are potentially up to four boys that she worked over, including telling them on Snapchat that she was sending “a workout video” and it was, well, exactly what you’d assume it would be.
Here’s some more context:
It looks like Crocker was married until 2022, then got divorced.
I can’t find much info on what Daniel Crocker did for a living or anything more about their deal. There’s an outside chance he’s a cop in Kenosha, but don’t quote me on that.
Again, this stuff is happening more and more.
Part of me thinks that we made education into such a horrible profession — it’s a culture wars battle ground and you don’t get paid enough to reasonably live in most areas — that the only people who would want to jump in are women (and men) like this, because you can deal with the pay and the bullshit if you’re getting access to the young intimacy that you desire. That’s a horrible thought, but I think it might be true. I want to call out “Where are the background checks?” but I also realize most school districts are probably operating on a “do more with less” model, so if someone steps up and wants to work in a K-8 elementary school in Wisconsin, they will probably get vetted short of having a homicide or an immediate child assault on their record.
So that’s one theory.
Obviously mental health is a huge component here, and it would be reasonably safe to assume that Crocker was potentially abused herself somewhere along the way, as statistically that tends to be what happens.
I am always fascinated by women who do this after having a few kids and being married. There is a huge culture war discussion over the last seven years about declining fertility rates, declining marriage rates, etc. We often “sell” the narrative to women that a marriage and a baby or two will save everything. I’ve never really bought into that narrative, because I’ve now been married twice and seen lots of friends of my partners with their hair falling out and crying constantly after having a newborn.
And while ladies like Crocker are still societal edge cases, we see 10–12 of these stories a week now. So the context is less of an edge case, honestly. And when they arrive at this point after the man and the baby, I do wonder: was that not enough? Were they so bored with their standard life that this was the play? Or was the mental health component always there?
It’s interesting, if nothing else. I think I have another one of these stories to write later today, about a woman in northern Minneapolis suburbs. Sheesh.
What’s your take on what is happening here?
America is just a cesspool waiting for the final big flush.
Would I be wrong for wishing I had one of the horny teachers hook ups when I was in high school?
(Note: I'm old enough to remember Mary Kay LeTourneau and the "kid" she had two daughters
with)