Hello lovelies!
It's October!!! Apologies for not writing to you last week. I had a friend visiting and I didn't have time to put this together, so this week will be loaded with lots of goodies for you to read over the weekend. I am THRILLED about all of the spooky content that's being generated this month. There's bits on witches as queer icons, pop culture comparisons to monsters in our government, how the horror genre is making us feel better about real life, and so much more.
I love, what I like to call, spoopy season for many reasons. My hair is no longer frizzy. I can wear all of my best outfits because layers are a lifestyle. I can drink chai lattes that keep my hands warm when a cool breeze blows. I can walk around Central Park and not sweat to death. I can smell the season changing. I can watch scary movies and shows. I can drink hot toddies and warm teas. I can wear my black lipstick and no one will bat an eye. But these are not consequential. You see, horror, as a genre, has been largely disregarded among the pop culutre canon, but spoopy season is the one time of year when people religiously revisit cult classics and relive the glory days. As a lover of the arts, pop culture enthusiast, and aesthetic goth, this is the time of year when everyone catches up to what I've been saying all along: (The original) Halloween is the best horror film ever made. I'm going to see the new Halloween tonight (EEEP!) and will report back next week.
It finally feels like Autumn so go forth and watch some scary shit while drinking a warm beverage in your favorite sweater. Send me your recommendations and maybe I'll throw them in next week's newsletter.
xx Sarah
PS. I don't fuck with haunted houses.
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