Category Archives: explaining oneself

What do you think horror means for feminism?

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Today my short horror film Red Blob Massacre was screened at a student-organized feminist fair at the University of Michigan. After the screening, there was a question and answer period. One of the questions asked was:

What do you think horror means for feminism?

It was a difficult question to answer. Sometimes I’m not even sure what feminism means. Sometimes I have a hard time answering difficult questions like that on the spot. So, I gave the best answer I could. Thinking about it afterward, of course I always think I could have said something better. Why didn’t I think of this in the moment? Oh damn, I should have said that…

My answer in the moment was, in a somewhat jumbled way, that I think the grotesque of horror allows anyone, male or female, to release something that is pent up inside. it’s an outlet for violence and anger, and also for insecurity. With females portrayed as being such beautiful/pure/perfect people in the media, perhaps horror is the juxtaposition of that. It’s the bloody of the feminine….

What do you think?

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Terror Cult: The Pains of Being a Gal, Flowering

Time tics away in blog world

Hi folks,

I’ve been attempting to come up with something creative to write for the last hour or so, but for the life of me I just can’t think of anything witty to say. I’m curious to learn how other famous bloggers manage to channel their creative blog juices over and over again…. Certainly the world wide web is a source of inspiration- all the info and prompts one could ever want are an instant click away. But…. for some reason, none of them are really catching my fancy tonight.

And so I sit and stare at this empty blog post..

Tic, toc. Tic, toc. Tic, toc.

Time is passing by as I write. I don’t often read how long it takes other bloggers to write a post. If you were getting paid to write a blog post, how many hours would you be clocking in by the week?

And yet, this blogging thing is not about the job, necessarily. It’s about… sharing ideas with the world.

Even if those ideas are sometimes… a bit on the slow side. Slyly waiting underneath the rug for the right time to reveal themselves.

And so time keeps ticking. Waiting for the next blog post inspiration.

Until then, I will continue to artfully clock my time in anticipation.

Why anything where I have to try and explain myself gives me a headache.

There’s something about having to explain myself in a concise set of words that gives me a headache. I can never quite manage to choose the right words that succeed at wrapping my whole life up into a pretty little bow. I suck at it. Fitting into the bow, I mean. Oh sure, I can explain myself. In millions of different ways. But choosing one set of cohesive words, all spelled correctly, that encompass my whole self? I don’t think so. That’s nearly impossible. The statement of my life is like a mood ring- it’s always changing. One day it’s purple, the next it’s black. Somedays I can’t even tell what color it is, let alone be able to explain it.

Ho-hum. If only I could explain myself in a song. Right now? What song would I pick, you ask?

No, I’m just kidding. This is the right one:

MIA is awesome. Love her funkiness.

And thus you see how my mind wanders.