10 Halloween Films for Wimps

Now I know I’m in college and the rules dictate that I should dress provocatively and get drunk on Halloween.  But I’d much rather stay home, bake cookies, and put on a film.  The only problem is I’m a HUGE wimp.  I can’t handle anything the least bit scary.  I even avert my eyes when ads for horror films come on.

I’m assuming I’m not the only one with this issue.  And for those of us who want to get into the Halloween spirit but still be able to sleep at night, I thought I’d compile a list of some of my favorites.

1. Cats









I know this is a weird one.  But cats are a bit creepy right?  And the West End production is all dark and amazing.  Just trust me.

2. The Nightmare Before Christmas







This one is a classic for a reason.

3. Beetlejuice









I still feel the need to watch this one with the lights on but I’m sure it brings alot of us back to our childhoods.  And Michael Keaton is hilarious.

4. Hocus Pocus







Another classic that features a young Sarah Jessica Parker and Bette Midler at her best.

5. Harry Potter






Great any time of year.

6. Psycho






This is kind of as scary as it can get for me.  Its more suspenceful than anything else.  Plus Norman reminds me of my ex.

7. Corpse Bride







I love the animation, and I kind of tear up at the end.

8. Coraline







I actually dressed as her one Halloween.  And its still wonderful and creepy every time I watch it.

9. Paranorman







There are no words for how cute this film is.  Plus the storyline is pretty awesome, I think.

10. Sweeney Todd







A little gross but come on, its Johnny Depp.



Beware: “Inglourious Fiction”

I don’t know what it is but lately, I’m attracting the worst kind of people.

I recently applied for a writing position (unpaid of course) via Craigslist on a site called “Inglourious Fiction”.  The online magazine caters towards “geek” culture and consists mostly of film, book, television, and comic reviews.  While the editors did warn us about their political views (which are as liberal as they come) in case we wanted to follow them on Facebook, I didn’t think it would be an issue.  I mean after all, how political can manga and Batman get?

But boy was I wrong.

In case you missed it my last post on here, regarding the recent Facebook egg-freezing issue, was originally written for Inglourious Fiction.  I received permission to write it so I was incredibly surprised at the hostile notes I received on my draft.

I was outright called an ageist, simply for suggesting that its far better for women to have their children in their 20s and 30s.  To be honest I was unaware this could be considered so incredibly offensive (my mother had me at 40 and I don’t think there’s anything inherently wrong with that).

But I didn’t feel it was worth a fight so I decided to scrap the article and post it here instead.

I then submitted a review of the Daniele Radcliffe film “Horns”, which was again met with some rather hostile editing suggestions.  But I once again complied and rewrote it.

Now according to their “guidelines”, the editors are required to review an article twice before deciding it should not be published.  My second draft was never even looked at.  I instead received an email suggesting that we “part amicably”.

Now as they broke their own rules I can’t help but think this is due to the opinions I expressed which they find fault with.  They even alluded to this blog, which suggests they have a problem with some of the things I’ve written on here.

I cannot believe the lack of professionalism with these editors.  I urge you all to beware of this site.

Reproductive freedom? Or corporate control?

'I’m sure everyone and their dog has heard of the Facebook/Apple egg-freezing debacle at this point.  But regardless, in case you’ve been living under a rock, here’s whats been going on:

Since last January, Facebook has included egg-freezing among its benefits for female employees.  They’re willing to cover $20,000, enough for two rounds of egg retrieval.  (One round typically costs between $10,000-15,000 and its usually recommended that women do more than one).  The company may also cover the cost of cold storage, which usually amounts to $500 or so a year.  Apple is set to offer a similar package to its employees starting January 2015.

It should be noted however that the American Society for Reproductive Medicine lifted the “experimental” label off the procedure a mere two years ago.  And even now, it still comes with a disclaimer, “we cannot at this time endorse its widespread elective use to delay childbearing.”

As for me, I’m all for reproductive rights and liberty, after all its a fundamental human need to procreate.  And in certain cases (cancer, for instance) egg-freezing is a great option that many women should have.  But is that really what we’re talking about here?  Or should we read between the lines?

Are Facebook and Apple (and countless other companies soon I’m sure) forcing women to choose between motherhood and their careers?  I’m sorry to say but there’s a reason women become pregnant in their 20s and 30s.  One simply doesn’t have the patience, health or energy for children later on.  (Apparently some people find this opinion rather ageist, so please excuse my traditional family values.) 

And maybe I’m just a bit paranoid but in this day and age, where we’re constantly glued to our (often Apple) devices and ruled by social media, have these companies taken things too far?  Is this an extreme case of corporate control?  I’m curious to hear what you guys think.

Bystanders and the Victim Profile

It’s now college and the bullies still haven’t stopped.

To be fair, it usually happens in my Italian classes and it usually involves the same two people.  We’ll call them Alyssa and Anthony.  Their behavior is so juvenile I feel ridiculous getting upset over it, and even more ridiculous writing about it on here.

But it’s always the same.  Whenever I participate in class, even the most benign comment, causes them to discuss it among themselves, mutter under their breath, giggle, etc.  I can clearly see them and hear them doing it.  I know it’s a silly thing to let bother me but after a while they wear me down.

Today things escalated, however.

After disagreeing with me over a silly comment (whether or not the real Julius Caesar was “manly” and heterosexual) I heard Anthony begin his usual muttering, with the f-word thrown in quite a few times.

And today I’d finally had enough.

I calmly confronted him:

“Is there a problem?  Do you think I can’t hear you muttering under your breath?  Do you think I can’t hear the f-bombs?”

I then observed a rather frightening physical change in him.  He seemed to turn red and began shaking.  He (literally) yelled at me:

“Do you have a problem with me saying f***?  Does it offend you when I say f***?  I’m a 22 year-old man, I can say f*** whenever I want!”

Even more shocking was the professor’s response.  First with a joke:

“Guys, this isn’t therapy.”

Then by reprimanding me:

“Come on.  Don’t.  Not now.”

I was mortified.  And excused myself to use the restroom a few moments later.

At this point in the story, you should know that not only did no one come to my aid, but they all seemed to act as though nothing was out of the ordinary.

Now I hate to get up on my moral high horse but I don’t think I’d ever witness something like this and not speak up, even if it’s just a comment to my neighbor.  By saying nothing you are in fact giving your silent approval for this sort of behavior.  I mean are parents really teaching their kids to just keep their heads down and mind their business?  Even if someone is being verbally harassed (or worse) in front of them?  We hear horrible stories on the news all the time of bystanders watching as someone is beaten or raped.  Is this how that phenomenon begins?

The professor immediately approached me after class as I was visibly upset.  I then waited for everyone to leave before confronting him.

“Why did you allow him to verbally harass me like that?  You scolded me instead and embarrassed me in front of everyone.”

He admitted that he was taken aback by the situation and didn’t know how to respond.

“I just wanted to defuse the situation before he became more violent.  I’ve never seen anything like that in a classroom.  I didn’t handle it the way I should have.  Next time I’ll kick him out.  I’m sorry.”

I immediately reported the incident to the Dean of Students, filed an online report, emailed the professor for documentation and will be going to the police tomorrow to file a report with them.

But I guess the real issue and question in this post is why me?  Why is it always me?  I’ve been a target for bullies since I was 10 years old.  Something about me draws them in, like a moth to a flame.  I’ve even asked therapists if they’ve noticed anything about me that they think might cause it.  And so far everyone draws a blank.

Do any of you guys know what I mean?  Do I fit a certain victim profile?


I Want To Be Sick

I’m sure this post will disturb (or offend) some of you.  To be honest I’ve never written this or said it out loud because it disturbs me but:

I find something very attractive about being sick.

Maybe it’s because my grandmother had Munchausen and I take after her?  Or maybe I’ve had very good experiences when I was ill?  As a kid it usually meant being babied, waited on, tv, etc.

When I got older, it became an escape.  I quickly realized (by the 7th grade if not earlier) that being sick put an end to all my stress.  It was an excuse no one could argue with.  If I was sick I couldn’t possibly do the hours of homework I’d been assigned right?

But its more than that.  At my most depressed, I would long to be in a hospital, to have an excuse to sleep.  I’ve wished I could be diagnosed with some horrible illness.  It would be easier for people to understand at least.

Maybe it’s because being sick is incredibly “in” at the moment?  Try naming a romance where the heroine doesn’t have cancer.  Or a teen soap where we shouldn’t sympathize with the sick kid.  Not to mention all the charities, inspirational videos and other miscellaneous crap that litters our news feeds.

I can’t be the only one feeling this way?

James Franco Makes Me Feel Horribly Inadequate

I’m not one to compare myself to people.  In fact, I used to have this running joke with my ex-boyfriend about Adele.  She is only about a year older than him and was already on the radio, at the Oscars, etc.  He wasn’t musical at all, (he was a temperamental “writer” who would lock himself in the guest bedroom to work on  his “screenplays” all day) but the idea of someone his age being so much more accomplished and successful drove him crazy.

But lately, I’ve been feeling the exact same way about a certain actor.  Besides being devastatingly handsome, have you read his Wikipedia page lately?

“He moved to New York to simultaneously attend graduate school at Columbia University’s MFA writing program, New York University’s Tisch School of the Arts for filmmaking, and Brooklyn College for fiction writing, while also attending the low-residency MFA Program for Writers at North Carolina’s Warren Wilson College for poetry.He received his MFA from Columbia in 2010. Franco is a PhD student in English at Yale University[131] and also attended the Rhode Island School of Design.

Not to mention he also writes and paints and God knows what else.

And I know it’s never good to compare yourself to others, especially celebrities.  But lately I can’t help it.  I feel like I should have accomplished so much more by now.  I was so extraordinary as a kid and now look at me.

Please let me know if you feel this way too.

Therapy session and a New Diagnosis

As I’d mentioned a couple of posts ago, my mother has been concerned about me lately.  Not to fling diagnoses around, but she believes I’m suffering from some sort of PTSD as a result of the Gil incident.   I don’t necessarily disagree so I made an appointment with my therapist (whom I hadn’t seen in a while).

I relayed the whole story to him with little emotion.  I mentioned my anxiety, insomnia, and that weird moment where Gil crossed my mind out of the blue.  (Apparently that is considered a flashback.) I answered all his questions without shedding a tear until:

“Have you been unusually angry lately?”

“Yes, actually.”


I then sheepishly told him about my road rage, which admittedly is nothing new.   He was surprised, as everyone always is. I certainly don’t seem the type.  He then asked me when this particularly bad instance of road rage happened.

That was when the tears started.

I couldn’t for the life of me remember.  And I remember everything.

I couldn’t remember what day or where I was or what the driver did that annoyed me.

It terrified me.

Our session was enough for him to diagnose me as suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Reaction.

Pile that on top of all the other stuff thats wrong with me.