Excellent question. I mean I am a girl and should therefore (according to Mom) be attracted to lace and tea and, well you get the idea. Not me.
As far back as I can remember I’ve been drawn to the paranormal. Maybe I have one of those Abby Normal brains. Saturday afternoons was when the science fiction movies were shown – aliens, monsters, vampires, etc. and I was there, mesmerized. I never saw them as horror, they were exploring the unknown. Rod Serling, I love you.
I was a young teenager when Dark Shadows came on. A daily paranormal show! I missed an episode only when there was no other possible recourse. There were no VCRs back then. I was taking shorthand in school and was supposed to practice every day. I literally took down the dialogue of the show, getting every word and still have them in a box in the attic. No I wasn’t obsessed. (And it’s still the only time I’ve actually used Gregg shorthand outside of a classroom).
Bewitched was my kind of show and yes, I did name my daughter Samantha – not for my father-in-law, Samuel, but for the witch who could do all kinds of things long before Harry Potter was born, and was also one of the most beautiful women on TV.
I had such high hopes for the Batman show when it began airing, but they wimped out and made it campy. That was horror to me and I was stunned at the sacrilege. I’ve never really forgiven them or thought much of Batman since, though I understand they have redeemed the franchise.
Years later along comes The X-Files and then Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Talk about heaven on earth for us weirdos. The little redhead and the little blonde could really kick ass and look after themselves and all the big boys around them. (And who wouldn’t want a little David Duchovny to look after).
Now this kind of show is everywhere – Supernatural, The Walking Dead, True Blood, Warehouse 13 and I’m in hog heaven. I’m sure the pendulum will swing away again someday, but I’ve got the DVDs . . .