One of the few female serial killers caught in our time, Michelle (Pinkie) Ginger modeled her life after Aileen Wuornos. Though she was never sexually assaulted, nor did she ever have to perform the sex work she did, Pinkie’s mother experienced both. As she grew up, Pinkie saw more than she should have—the good, the bad, the depraved—and learned to hate men as much as her murderous idol did.
Once she was old enough to buy her own gun, she found an untapped street corner and began taking any man who offered her too little money or called her a name. If they wore nice clothes or seemed sweet, she waved them away. ‘Men like sex,’ she’s said numerous times. ‘I won’t condemn men for trying to buy what they think I’m selling. I only condemn them for trying to stiff me or treat me like dirt.’
Her story ended abruptly after she attempted to shoot an undercover cop for allegedly calling her a ‘dirty fucking slut who oughta get on her knees for free.’ Pinkie missed his heart, and he managed to wrestle the gun from her hand before she could aim it at his head—her way of making sure she didn’t leave anyone alive.
By then, she’d killed twelve men and one woman, though Pinkie maintains that it was the cop shooting, though, that earned her the death penalty.
Pinkie’s favorite pastime as a youth was the most simple: playing outside with neighborhood kids.
She was sentenced to death in Kansas on April 16, 1997.
Pinkie spends most of her time reading and re-reading letters from her many admirers. One in particular is courting her, and she has high hopes for their future.