That's someone's little girl crying there, my chivalrous instinct recognizes that. I cant stand to see a woman or girl cry, but rules is rules. Lots of people cry in court, I think I even have. But that's a story for another time.
I dont see what her big spazz attack is all about anyway, it's nothing with time served compared to real jail terms. It's not like they threw her in (or were ever going to) with the gangs and she's out fending for her life. If I was her, I'd use this whole experience as a big middle finger to everyone and show them that I could do it without breaking a nail. I would never give them the satisfaction of letting them see me sweat. I'd read a few books, lift some weights, compose my next *snickers* piece of music, you know. Martha Stewart handled it well, for example.
Instead, she hands everyone exactly what they want, and more. Not to mention an early xmas gift that just keeps on giving to anyone who does any type of comedy. Ive really tried to not find joy in other people's sorrow, it's not good for your heart, but you know, it's really tough not to relish this one a little! Spoiled brat