Or so. I haven't used this label since April 2007.
Okay. When I was younger, I loved horror movies. That was one of the things my cousin Tesha and I had in common. My sister--not so much. Tesha's sister--my cousin Trin--a big hell to the n-o. We couldn't even watch Unsolved Mysteries or that The Twilight Zone-like show (the name escapes me now) because the music scared Trin.
As I've gotten older, horror has pretty much lost it's appeal for me. When I try to explain why, I pretend that growing older made me wiser. "When you're young," I say, "it's fun and exciting to get scared in a setting that you know is safe." I also, at different times, claim not to like all the blood and gore (I really don't) and not to like suspense (I am impatient!). And I really did notice, like everyone else, that the token person of color gets axed pretty quickly in horror films.
But here, I will divulge the real reason for my recent lack of affection for the genre.
I watched The Ring. And my reaction to that film was much like my reaction to most others--I was unperturbed.
Until seven days later.
While lying in bed, I noticed a ring on the ceiling. My ass was scared.
What did it mean? From where did it come? I wouldn't get my ass up to explore--I was not about to be that disposable token.
So I lay there, terrified, for hours.
And then I realized, my printer was on and the power button was lit... the power button that had a circle on it.
I got up and turned that thing off and got my ass back under the covers.
And, yeah, pretty much since then, I no longer like horror movies.