To be honest, Joe, I'd never even heard of a female suspect until you drew my attention to her. A terrifying creature, indeed!
The problem with the whole Ripper business is that a fairly convincing case can be made against pretty well every suspect. Have you read the recent Patricia Cornwell attempt to 'convict' the artist, Walter Sickert, for example?
He was in Whitechaple at the very same time as lots of the murders.
The site did once show him as a suspect but due to pressure from disability groups, they were forced to expunge his details. And he was probably too gammy to kill anyway.
My ex husband's great grandmother was born at 33 new Buildings, george Yard, Whitechepel in 1879, she still lived there with her parents daniel and Eliza killingback in 1881, it was a very very dismal place before Jack left the body there.
jack the ripper was i believe an american doctor called francis tumility who knew surgical procedures, was found to have wombs collected in his house, and always was in the country at the time of each murder and went back to america straight after each murder
the jack the ripper name was coined by the press, jack was a common comic book name of the time and ripper to create sensational headlines
From a criminological stance Gein is fascinating. A model prisoner who lived his prison life in complete happiness and never once complained. Nor did he show any signs of sexual arousal at mutilation etc. A true, and quintessential madman. Not like the weirdos of today.
I used to have an absurd fascination with Jack The Ripper whilst growing up. My mum remembers me talking about him when I was about 7, which scared her sh1tless!
It continued into my teens, and during my early twenties I went to one of those people who do regressions. Turns out I was a 'friend' of one of the victims in a previous life. Hey ho, I always knew I was a scrubber!
Kidding of course but I too shared a morbid fascination with the ripper when I was younger and indeed still do slightly. As you say, twizzler boy beat me to it but isn't it amazing that this particular story still captures everyone? Especially as it really is quite a horrific story. Why do we have this kind of morbid interest? It's almost like a car crash, you go past but you have to look even tho you know you're most likely to see something horrid. Humans are bl00dy weird!
Ooooh, maybe you were in the local pub with me, having a few tots of gin and trying to work out which bloke had the most pennies for a knee trembler down behind the workhouse?