A Whimsical Introduction:

Athena: the Greek goddess of art, crafts, wisdom, and strategy. She was infinitely beautiful and had a charming habit to intimidate and/or violently destroy anyone she met.
.................I'll get there one day.

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Positive Morning Playlist + Life Tips?

I think I've accepted the fact that I would rather make a playlist than do almost anything else, except maybe watch "Clueless" and "13 Going on 30" while eating buttery red potatoes. (That is, of course, an ideal situation). Until that happens, which it probably won't (but actually, now that I think about it, that isn't a situation that's hard to create), I'll just stick to making playlists. 

Sometimes, you just have to get back to the basics. New bands nobody knows is always fun, but nostalgia is vastly underrated. Not the kind of nostalgia your grandma gets when she remembers segregated schools (*deep, reverberating sigh*), but the nice kind that traces back to days when you were achingly cheerful. I'm still achingly cheerful, but it's more annoying now that I'm not worried about seeming not emo. 2010 was weird, man.

Lately, I've been listening to this playlist in the morning; it makes me really happy, and that's crucial when you have to get up at least four hours before you would in the wild. Works best coupled with at least two obnoxious cats to bat at your toothbrush as you brush your teeth, but not necessary. Finish off with gummy vitamins (get out of my face with those huge, sad, unecessary pills), and you're bound to have a great day. 

I really do think the music you listen to impacts your mood, subconscious or otherwise, so if you want to be more positive, maybe Lana Del Rey isn't the best choice.  

I like a lot of different music, but lately I've been focusing on positive songs with jazz and/or R&B influences, and obviously, tropical songs are a constant. So, here's the playlist!:

To go along with this playlist, I thought I would talk a little about things I have adopted which have really helped me become a more positive, motivated, and self-fulfilling person! Last year was a very dark period for me, and I became very depressed; I had been so "on" all through high school, doing all the extra credit for things and basically giving up my entire soul whenever I did a project. As you can guess, being the energizer bunny couldn't keep up forever, and when I ran out of juice, it was like a sugar crash. At least, that's the best way I can explain it. I slept all the time, I didn't like talking to anyone, and doing homework physically nauseated me. I did it all, but my energy was quickly going into the negatives. There would be times when I would just sit and stare at the latch on the window or the corner of the coffee table; I didn't care to do anything, not even cry.

When finals were over, I realized I needed to do something. I watched movies I liked, I started dancing even when I didn't feel like it, and I blocked everything out except for the people I held dear. I read beautiful books, and I recharged myself. More importantly, I promised myself not to be the energizer bunny anymore. I am not a battery to be sucked dry, and neither are you. Give to others, but take just as much. Say no when you want, buy bright clothes, smile at people who look like they need it.  

Drink a lot of infused water.

Recharge yourself constantly. Literally all the time. When you feel mentally exhausted, pause and take a little time to do the things you enjoy. STAY ORGANIZED, because the less your brain has to worry about remembering everything, the better. Pick the most adorable planner there is. Write down everything. Make lists. Morning routine lists, night routine lists, dog petting lists. Listen to positive music a lot. Not everyone likes upbeat music, but cutting down on music that drags you down or gives negative vibes helps you help yourself. 

Eat food you like. Create eating habits that don't damage you mentally or make you unhappy. Eat a lot of veggies and fruit along with a lot of candy, regardless of whether you want to get fit or not. Keep yourself hydrated because a hydrated body is a happy one that can function, and be at its best. 

Watch chick flick comedies. Good ones like "13 Going on 30" (how many times have I mentioned that movie?) or "Sleepless in Seattle" (God, that movie is after my heart, I swear). 

Love yourself, endlessly. 

Monday, December 1, 2014

Christmas Playlist Vol. 2

Hello everyone! Last year, I published a Christmas playlist, as you may remember. You thought I was done, hmm?

You were wrong.

I love holiday songs so much, I think they are an intrinsic part of who I am. I was born in December, so of course, I think hearing Christmas songs as a fetus had a lot to do with it. I'm not religious at all, so I gravitate towards Christmas songs that focus on family, Christmas trees, or obnoxiously jingling bells (that's not to say I don't enjoy a Drummer Boy or a Silent Night every once and a while). 

This new playlist may include ones from the previous year, but I will keep it to a bare minimum — 99% of these are new songs. However, to listen to the playlist(s) of last year, the link is added! 


2013 HOLIDAY PLAYLIST (Holiday-related)

2013 HOLIDAY PLAYLIST (Non-holiday-related) 

I really hope you like the new playlist (and that it is on Spotify for even easier listening, because we know how difficult youtube can me in general, least of all while you're trying to listen to music) 

OH! And as an added bonus, I added a playlist of songs I've been really enjoying this winter. This is similar to last time, but probably a lot shorter because I've been more obsessed with like one artist or song at a time and listen to them religiously instead of flitting about. 

2014 WINTER PLAYLIST (non-holiday)

Saturday, October 4, 2014

M.A.C's Limited Edition Collections Are Killing Me

You know, I thought it was bad when I couldn't get my hands on the Simpson collection. You know, the one that was totally all about Marge that sold out in a couple hours? 

I found out the hour after it was released that M.A.C had released a collection for Rocky Horror Picture Show, and I lost it. Literally, I've never freaked out more. I called my uncle, who, let me just say, is a true fan. He went to the midnight showing the first night it came out in 1975, so naturally, he was just as freaked out as I am. He doesn't wear makeup, but he appreciated it nonetheless. 

I immediately went online, thinking I could maybe at least get one of the nail polishes, perhaps even Bad Fairy? It was too much to hope for the lipsticks, especially FrankNFurter. I was right, FrankNFurter had sold out in thirty minutes after coming onto the site. Everything had sold out in under an hour. I would have killed a man for that pigment pot. 

That's right. I had missed it. 

The years span before me in a torturous void; full of Nightmoths and Ruby Woos, sure, and even a Russian Red here and there. 

But, no FrankNFurter. 

Saturday, September 27, 2014

What am I Loving Right Now?

1) buying music from artists I like legally 

2) Gillian Anderson

3) Surpisingly upbeat horror movies

4) Parents listening to music on good headphones for the first time

5) Buying makeup everyone else raves about

6) Discussing parasitic life forms

7) Discussing parasitic alien life forms

8) Discussing aliens

9) Finding someone who can't escape to talk to about European history 

10) Listening to The Moldy Peaches

11) Complimenting people's pedicures

12) Homecoming week when all the candidates are selling donuts for $1

13) Blueberries

14) When my dog agrees to be held like an infant 

15) Water bottles

16) Telling white boys that complain about girls drinking pumpkin spice lattes that they are irrelevant

17) Tanya Davis 

18) The 'Flander's Mare'

19) Not being afraid to people you know that they're being problematic 

20) New Marie Antoinette biographies

21) Mona Lisa Vito

22) The original homegirl Hestia (get it?)

23) Moms disgustedly pointing out the patriarchy

24) Dads disgustedly pointing out the patriarchy 

25) My hair

26) Sylvia Plath's blatant exploration into sexuality 

27) Liberal David Beckam-esques

28) Freakishly long feet but not long enough to be disconcerting 

29) Girl toads that look offended when you pick them up

30) nails chipped from teething kittens

31) Molly Bancroft's Funky Little Mouth 

32) The Mumford & Sons aescetic  

33) Dark green flats with rose-gold tips (still searching)

34) Lavender belts with silver spikes (found) 

35) Stevie Nicks 

36) Dana's Tabu 

37) Knowing someone who got a picture with Sam Pepper and still regrets it 

38) Romancing the Stone, when Michael Douglas wasn't dying 

39) Making pet toys out of old underwear

40) House Hunters International 

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Someone in the Kitchen, with the Candlestick

If you really think about it, the odds of you being murdered is actually higher than would be comfortable. 

Statistically, someone is murdered every 60 seconds. Of course, that's a rough estimation; there isn't a reporter out there making sure someone is killed every minute, I'm sure, but you get the gist. (Although wouldn't that make a fantastic serial killer? It would be like Zodiac all over again!)

I remember once, I was watching a movie, and something horrible happened to the main character. He asked, "why me?" and his girlfriend replied, "why not you?" It seemed callous and harsh at first glance, because it was, but to be honest, I think about it a lot. Whenever something bad happens to me and I feel like saying Why Me, I think of that horrible Lifetime movie. It applies to the whole murder thing, because, and I don't say this to disturb you, victims probably thought they were as special as you do. Don't get me wrong, I think I'm hella special, but there is something kind of peaceful in accepting the fact that you are just as eligible for being killed as everyone else (although becoming a killer yourself is one sure fire way to bump yourself up, because as far as I know, no one was keen on trying to murder Ted Bundy).

Honestly, there isn't anything stopping you from being murdered. Or choking on asparagus, or a number of other strange ways to die before your time. 

People usually take this two ways: they either freak out, or they get really morbid, trying to find the answer to life, and frankly, becoming a bit of a bore at parties. No one likes the person that responds to "yolo" with "go read Nietzsche, we are all going to die". 

Personally, for someone who is writing an unfortunate blog post about the statistical probability of being cut up into little bits and being thrown into the Seine, I have an incredibly naïve outlook on life. My advice is that until you're actually being locked into a basement by a man who looks a lot like the killer off of The Lovely Bones, I really wouldn't sweat it. Acknowledge the philosophy of Why Not Me (trust me, it's very handy in bad situations), then just tell yourself that it can't possibly happen to you. I mean, don't walk through a red-light district in Bangladesh at 2AM, but if you hear a noise coming from downstairs, just tell yourself it's just the dog getting a late night snack. Because, like, it probably is, right? 


So I guess the whole moral of the story is to reach for the moon (the moon in question being not killed, but can be applied to other situations), not worry about reaching for the moon, despite a lot of uneasy odds that you won't get to the moon, nor land among the stars. I don't know what the stars would be in this situation, because I'm puzzled as to what the runner up would be to not being murdered. Murdered gently, perhaps? Or choking on the asparagus, like I mentioned before? 

My brain hurts, it's too late for this.

(If you don't want to get killed but you find yourself in a sticky situation, like the basement one, take some clues from old horror movies or thrillers; in Silence of the Lambs, Katherine was seriously the genius of that whole movie, not Hannibal.)

And remember, if you actually do get murdered, just remember this blog post, smile fondly, and maybe mention it to your murderer beforehand as some food for thought. I'm sure he would like some light reading material to wind down after a long day.

Make yourself at home, little killer person. Sip some tea.

And think about what you've done.

...But at least you made that reporter guy's job easier.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Legacy of Marilyn: Wearing perfume FOR BED?

As I went through my nightly routine for you all a few weeks ago, I realized just tonight, dancing around to Stevie Nicks in my infamously hideous pink satin nightcap, that I had left out a very crucial, if bizarre, step: applying perfume.


Yeah! Totally! Absolutely positively, I wear perfume to sleep. Does this or does this not make me a total perfume-ista? Ah, but that's beside the point (but yes, on an unrelated note, I am totally a perfume-ista). 

The point of perfumes, you may be aware, is to put you in a moment. Yeah, also to compliment an outfit or create a cloud of aromatic air that will have guys and girls dogging at your heels, but mainly to do that other thing. Take for instance, a perfume with notes of cinnamon or vanilla: that perfume probably makes you think of comforting memories. You may go back to the winter of '89 when your oft-forgetful partner remembered your anniversary with cinnamon toast in bed, or when your mom spritzed all the Christmas cards with vanilla before shipping them off. Whatever the memory, that perfume = something more. 

Hold on, I'm getting to something good and profound. 

Call me a city princess, but I like perfume. They've played a big part in my life, because so many women I've admired have worn a signature smell. Fabergé's Tigress, Chanel's no. 5, Guerlain's Shalimar, Mugler's Angel, Estée Lauder's (delicious) Youth Dew, and my personal sweet spot, Tabu by Dana. Old fashioned? A little. Old lady-esque? Some might say. But perfect for bringing back memories and lulling one into a gilded dreamland sparkling with diamonds and painted amber? 

Totally, man.

Though my personal jam is Tabu (worn by every 60's babe in the inner city where my mom hails, it would seem), look for a perfume that brings you warmth, comfort, and let's face it, a lot of musk and spice. Sultry overload is something that can work against the tides of insomnia, promise. All you need is a little dab on your neck and wrists, bada boom bada bang, your eyelids are 1,000 pounds. Tabu is extremely cheap at around $15 (it left its hayday when LBJ did) so I have no qualms with patting it on, snuggled in my piles of pillows and just a little dizzy on nail polish fumes. 

For an even bigger hit, indulge in Estée's Youth Dew bath oil. Sprinkle some in the tub before bedtime, and sink down listlessly into steamy, swirling, perfumed waters.

"What do I wear in bed? Why, Chanel no. 5 of course." — Marilyn Monroe

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Top Best (and some obscure) Horror Movies!

I know, I know; I hate myself for my absence too. I have no excuse except for the fact that I could not for the life of me think of any good posts. However, just now in the bath (where everyone gets their best ideas) I was getting in the mood to watch one of my favorite movies Silver Bullet (I'll be reviewing in like two seconds!) and then started thinking about how awful most horror movies are. Like seriously, 98% of that entire genre sucks. So all the more reason for me to list the best ones!

Most people don't peg me for a horror aficionado, and really, I'm not. But I've grown up with a very eccentric dad who loved to watch horror movies with his daughter and read Stephen King to her before bed, and so really, I cannot help but be an expert. While my dad is into any horror movie with guts and gore galore, I really hate those kinds; I'm all for necessary gore, and I absolutely love ones with killer plot and deep, emotional substance. I don't really think any of these are made after 1999, but don't get me wrong, I think there are probably some great recent slashers. I'm just a creature of habit. Meaning, I know my favorites; the ones that I used to watch with my dads on the dark couch, the ones that I watch to cheer me up, the tried-and-true favorites where every scary scene is burned into my memory.

In no particular order, we are off!

1. Silver Bullet (1985)

Okay, can you just say 'childhood'? Probably one of the most underrated Stephen King masterpieces (based on his novella Cycle of the Werewolf), this movie is not only one of the best of horror, but the best period. I'd rank it high as one of my favorite films, because it features a disabled hero, and an aura of unexplainable sadness that grips you long after the movie is over. Jane, the narrator of the film, is the eldest daughter of a broken family, and she tells the tale of her younger, paraplegic brother Marty during a series of savage murders that break out in their home town. Their relationship is realistically bitter, as Jane feels neglected because of the special care Marty needs, and them growing closer as they face a The Monsters are Due on Maple Street - esque dilemma, as everyone turns against each other while the bodies get higher, not paying attention to Marty and his werewolf theory because he's just the little disabled boy. But Jane listens. And if the last minute of the movie doesn't make you tear up like a baby, I don't know what will. Also, the scene with Brady gets me every time.

2. Rear Window (1954)

Actually more of a thriller, but no less suspenseful, Rear Window is one of Hitchcock's best. Featuring two of my favorite actors, Grace Kelly and Jimmy Stewart, it tells the tale of a man confined in a wheelchair who spies on the people of his apartment building in their homes through his window, to curb his boredom. Harmless? It is, until he swears he witnesses one of them murder a woman. After that, it's up to him, his girlfriend, and his wisecracking nurse to figure out the crime, at the risk of their lives. It inspired the movie Disturbia (another amazing movie that, if you liked this one, is more than worth checking out) and was fanastically done in regards to cinematography, score, casting, and delicious plot. Because, just like the main character, you doubt yourself as to whether the murder was real, or if you've just been cooped up way too long in your room with no excitement.

3. Lost Boys (1987)

If you want literally the most grunge, punk horror movie, then Lost Boys will be your Holy Grail. With an amazing soundtrack including Echo & the Bunnymen, and Gerard McMann with the theme song  Cry Little Sister  (one of my favorite songs in the history of ever; please listen), it's a must-see. The gore is minimal, and the movie has a mix of comedy, darkness, and romance, which makes this a good pick no matter your preference. It's hella 80's, and the fashion is like one big The Cure rave. It focuses on two brothers, one 18 (Michael) and one pre-teen (Sam), who move to California with their mother, and Michael quickly gets mixed up with the Lost Boys. The Lost Boys are, unfortunately, a twisted version the ones from Neverland, never growing old, staying out late, and luring other teenagers to join their never ending partying and killing. When Michael falls in love with the Wendy of the group, Star, he is forced to choose between finishing his transformation into an undead gangbanger, or protect Sam, who has befriended two wackjob 'vampire experts' in his grade. Throw in a sprinkling of Hellhounds, an eccentric grandpa who knows more than he lets on, and 80's slang, and you've got one of the best vampire movies around.

4. The Fly (1986)

Unlike the one above, which features laughs and and harmless ketchup blood, this movie is not for the lighthearted. Heartbreaking, melancholy, and totally gross at parts, The Fly is one of the best science fiction horrors ever made. In probably one of the most doomed romances ever, the movie begins with a brilliant scientist named Seth taking a cute reporter,Veronica, to his lab. He shows her his telepods, which allow teleportation of objects between one telepod to the other. As their relationship progresses, she documents his work. However, he becomes more manic to perfect the devices, as they cannot transport living things (as seen when a monkey is transported, and things go horribly wrong...). In a fit of drunkenness, he decides to transport himself without telling Veronica. When he comes out, the transport is successful, and the couple rejoice. But, there was a kink: a housefly had slipped into the telepod with him. As his and Veronica's relationship gets more serious, he becomes near mad with happiness, saying that he has become "pure", but Veronica is starting to notice that he is changing. Changing into a madman, yes, but also an insect. (I'll give you $10 if you can spot his mason-jar'd penis near the end, when his transformation is almost complete; makes me laugh every time). Trust me, Jeff Goldblum and Geena Davis are stellar at portraying a startlingly sorrowful love story in a seemingly cheesy plot, and it's one of the best movies to watch if you don't necessarily want a slasher, but something to chill your blood and make you slightly nauseous, while also sob harder than you did watching Titanic.

5. Tremors (1990)

This is probably a little bit more known to the world via Kevin Bacon (who is great in this, by the way), and this is one of the few movies on this list that feature an actual monster. It's about a small town in Navada called Perfection, an isolated ex-mining settlement with 14 people. Kevin Bacon and Fred Ward play Val and Earl, handymen in the town. A graduate student Rhonda (Bacon's love interest) pops in, doing a study on earthquakes and tremors (ayyyy) in the region. Soon after the people are introduced and stuff, Val and Earl decide to head to the other town; on their way, they find their friend dead up in an electrical pole. Weird? It gets weirder when they find out he died of thirst; he was afraid to come down. Long story short, they head back to the town, the phonelines get cut, and them and the meager townspeople have to beat giant worm-creatures that burrow underneath the ground and pop out of the ground to grab people. That poor pole guy had the right idea with the climbing, but he really should have brought water. I can't explain exactly why this is such a good movie, but whenever it's on, I find myself watching it and enjoying every minute of it.

6. The Omen (1976)

Alright, we are getting down to the nitty-gritty actual horror here with this movie. Though made in 1976, people everywhere still get the chills from Damien and his sick smile. If creepy kids make your skin crawl, then there is no one more perfect than the original Antichrist, right? When a couple adopts a baby from a really sketchy source, they think everything is alright and the boy is just the cutest thing; until he starts killing people, that is. And as if the film wasn't scary enough, the fact that this set had some of the worst luck in the world hits a little too close to home; tragedy struck many of the people who worked on the set, such as the screenwriter's plane getting struck by lightening and the lead actor's son shooting himself in the head. Personally, I would watch this one with a friend, because honestly, there isn't anything more scary than a child's nanny killing herself, screaming, "Look at me, Damien! It's all for you!"

7. The Silence of the Lambs (1991)

It's hard to write this right now, because to be completely honest, it's hard to do anything with this movie without fangirling. Unless you've been living under a rock, you know all about Hannibal Lecter and his particular palette, and many of you will have seen this (it was the first horror movie to win an Oscar, after all!). But for the people who haven't, here's the main plot: when a serial killer named Buffalo Bill begins abducting girls and skinning them, a young student Clarice Starling is assigned to interview a prisoner, Hannibal Lecter, who had Bill as a patient when he was a renowned psychiatrist. Starling and Lector begin an intricate game of quid-pro-quo as he helps her catch the killer before he takes even more lives. While a lot of people have become fans of the serial killer all over again with the new show Hannibal, this movie actually has very little in common with it. The TV show mainly deals with the events in the original book Red Dragon by Thomas Harris, when Hannibal was still a doctor and came head-to-head with Will Graham, while this movie takes place after our friend is locked up behind bars (or shall I say glass?). With very minimal gore and no jumps, this is more a crime thriller similar to Citizen Kane, and Clarice Starling shines as an agent who will do almost anything to save these girls, solve the puzzle, and silence the screaming of the innocent. The plot of this story is also based on a book by Thomas Harris, who drew inspiration from real serial killers, namely Ted Bundy, Gary Ridgway, and Jerry Brudos. Want a real scare? Look those bad boys up.

8. Signs (2002)

Again, while not actually a horror movie in the traditional sense, Signs is right up there with Sixth Sense as M. Night Shyamalan's shining moments. I was going to include Sixth Sense in here, but I felt like two of them would be a bit much; when choosing between them, Signs wins by a close call. The premise sounds wonky: a former preacher and widower lives on a lone farm with his two kids, Morgan and Bo, and his brother-in-law Merrill, when aliens begin to invade. But against all odds, this movie is probably the best in its genre. It handles the idea of ETs with a realistic finesse, only showing the aliens briefly through shadows and quick glances, which I personally love. They understood the strengths of not showing the aliens, which gives it a sense of imagination; minds can go forever, while special effects? Not so much. Mel Gibson, while being a stellar douchebag in real life, is amazing in his role as the father who lost his faith since the death of his wife. And can we just talk about how everything ties together? "Swing away, Merrill, swing away."

9. Village of the Damned (1960)

A true classic, if I may say so myself. Right up there with The Haunting of Hill House, and a precursor to many horror movies that focused on children as the villains, including, but not limited to, The Omen, Children of the Corn, and Bad Seed. Considering its time, it's basically one long Twilight Zone episode, and believe me, it's a creepfest. When there's a freak storm thing in a small town, suddenly all the women capable become pregnant, and like four months later, they give birth at the same time to kids with pale eyes and hair. The children act as one, and they develop at a rapid rate, both mentally and physically. When they become too powerful, the adults face a problem no one should face: is it possible to actually kill your own child for the safety of the others? Oh, and unlike a lot of movies, the sequel, Children of the Damned, is just as stellar, and I would highly recommend both!

10. The Exorcist (1973)

Oh dear lord, let me say one thing: watch this in the daylight. With friends and family. On a day when you're secure in your safety and won't get scared easily. I only say this because holy s*** is Regan scary. This is such a popular movie because it created an explosion of possession-centered books and movies, starred a young girl in a role that was so obscene and controversial that she herself couldn't view it till she was 18, and honestly, the soundtrack is perfect. Yes, this is the movie that made you shake in your boots whenever Tubular Bells began playing, like a fear-based Pavlovian dog. Children being the villian was a newly created archetype in the 70's, as was demonic possession, and The Exorcist does a great job of blending the two together. If I'm ever in need of a real, honest-to-goodness freak out, Regan and her demon are there for me. A quick warning though? If you're Christian and get offended easily, this movie is about as sacrilegious as it gets (need I refer to the scene when Regan masturbates with a crucifix?).

BONUS: Tales From the Crypt (1989 - 1996)

A bonus because it's a TV series rather than an actual movie, there's nothing more silly, absolutely memory-filled for me, or ridiculous as Tales From the Crypt. The show always begins in front of a decaying old haunted mansion, and the camera goes through the front door, down the stairs into a dungeon, and lands on a coffin that bursts open, revealing a wily, cacking skeleton named Crypt Keeper, or Crippy as I called him. I'm literally chucking to myself remembering it. My dad and I would watch it every Saturday, before Star Trek and after Friday the Thirteenth (the spooky 90's show, not the horror movie), and it's like the shining jewel of horror series. Spooky. And wonderful. Basically Goosebumps but better and more original. But don't get me wrong: this show was actually pretty scary when it wanted to be. There was campy gore and death, so this was mainly a show for those twisted kids who collected Garbage Pail Kids or, like, ate their scabs, idk. I never ate my scabs, but I certainly was obsessed with Crippy. He's just too adorable, isn't he? I need this show on Netflix ASAP~ 

And there you have it! My competed list of the best horror movies out there, coming from someone who knows a thing or two about horror. I've seen all types, and trust me, I'm not one for shallow slashers like Hellraiser, or movies that are ~this close~ to being snuff films like Hostel or Spit On Your Grave. Dark thrillers that might have a little too much blood to not be considered horror = life. 

Oh, and before I go, let me just add on a little reminder: respect yourself and others when dealing with horror movies. I know it sounds stupid, but really, remember: Don't force yourself to watch a scary movie you know you won't enjoy because of triggers, too much gore, or anything like that. And as an extension, if you're someone who doesn't scare easily, don't force a friend to watch a horror movie with you when they protest. With such a controversial, scary genre (obviously), it's good to listen to people when they say they don't want to watch something, or it will probably ruin everyone's night (or month) :D

Bye bye, boils, ghouls, and non-binary merpeople!!