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January 12, 2009
Hey there, Nadine, pull up a couch and talk a spell.
Don't let anybody tell you that you never want overweight jurors, or that you always want them -- or that you never or always want any other group. It just isn't true.
Wait a minute. Fat people aren't jolly after all? WAC? was beginning to think that heavy-set people, Gen Ys and work-life balance devotees may all be quasi-suspect classes requiring intermediate scrutiny under Fourteenth Amendment. Well, we checked this morning and it hasn't happened yet. But what about overweight people as jurors? We kind of like them on juries for defendants: to cut you some slack on petroleum spills, PCB contamination and the occasional insider-trading felony murder. But maybe we were wrong. See "Overweight Jurors Are..." at Anne Reed's always-challenging ("You-sure-about-that-one, Justin?") Deliberations, one of the few sites trial lawyers really need.
Juror Numbers 8 and 9, during a break.
(Above: Lucian Freud's "Benefits Supervisor Sleeping")
Posted by Holden Oliver (Kitzbühel Desk) at January 12, 2009 11:59 PM