|Uncle Forry's Clubhouse - cover of the first Famous Monsters Of Filmland|
|Doin' some yardwork - Trick 'r Treat (2007)|
given social circumstance I'm almost always the resident horror authority. I take pride in that designation, and I do my best to encourage any spark of interest that my "normal" friends display in the topic. Still, it's a designation that usually finds me on the periphery and left with the sense that my friends are only mollifying me, offering up the occasional bit of feigned interest like a figurative pat on the head to assure me that my strange obsession is o.k. Maybe they're all just trying to forestall that moment in the future when I finally decide to add them to the ever growing pile of corpses that they're certain I must have stacked up in my crawlspace. I bury the bodies, of course, since the smell would be horrendous, but it still feels a bit like condescension.
|Freaks (1932) - . . . in case you didn't get the reference.|
So the next time one of your non horror loving acquaintances refers to your love of horror with smug condescension, remember just how large the community you belong to actually is. Also, remember you can only bury so many of the haters in your back yard before that starts to smell, too.
Posted by Brandon Early