I thought my love affair with Halloween would taper off once my kids stopped trick-or-treating. It didnāt. Then I told myself when I had full-fledged adult children I would release my death grip on my bins of Halloween decorations. This also has not happened leading me to realize that my Halloween addiction is here to stay.
My Halloween obsession confuses me because I canāt abide anything frightening. I donāt even watch scary movies. As in I havenāt seen a scary movie in decades. Even if the movie can be classified as āmildy scaryā Iām still not interested. I also donāt care for anything that is gory except for āDr. Pimple Popper.ā
If youāre wondering who or what “Dr. Pimple Popper” is ā well, in the briefest of terms sheās a dermatologist that has a TV show where she āextractsā peopleās lumps, bumps and assorted epidermoid and sebaceous cysts. Itās a two-fer platter of disgusting and disturbing.
Oh, donāt get me wrong Iām incredibly ashamed I watch it. Not as ashamed as I am over the fact that after experiencing seeping cysts I then spent almost an hour of my life eating half of a pumpkin pie (I did a chai latte version and it was amazing. Cardamon for the win) while wallowing in the āReal Housewives of Beverly Hillsā reunion.
Yes, I know these Housewives shows in terms of scary and gory make Dr. Pimple Popper like tame. I could list the reasons why this franchise of shows is frightening but who was that kind of time?
Okay maybe me. But still, I donāt want to go there. I will say that the makeup for the Beverly Hills reunion could be nominated for a special effects Emmy.
These women arenāt exactly slackers in the cosmetic surgery department and to be fair they all seem to be blessed with some natural beauty attributes as well. This is why I was bewildered by the volume and quantity of makeup that was layered on some of their faces. I realize that HD cameras are a cruel mistress, but it appeared as if their next stop could be, I donāt know, a “Ghostbusters” reboot.
Needing a break from the Real Housewivesā shouting match I felt the need to channel change and received a gift from the TV gods. āCSI: Vegasā is on the air – again. As in not re-runs but an actual new āCSI: Vegasā with some of the former cast reunited in the lab.
Welcome back to the show that made terms like “trace evidence” and “chain of custody” part of my lexicon. As in, āwhen my daughter lost the chain of custody for her lunchbox we found it by following the trace evidence of a half eaten Smuckers Uncrustable.ā
Sure, I will admit that these types of shows have a certain ick factor what with the whole dead bodies in a morgue theme but at least theyāre based in science unlike most horror films. I will give you that Dr. Victor von Frankenstein was a scientist. An insane one but he did have an impressive laboratory for the late 1700s.
Wait a minute, I think Iāve just self-diagnosed my attraction to Halloween. Maybe I do like a high creep factor and enjoy getting scared?
Just look at my TV viewing on a random Wednesday night. Oozing body parts ā check. Scary women in excessive face altering makeup screaming at each otherā also check and laboratory centered shows where dead bodies pile up ā check and check again.
This explains so much. I guess I’m all about being horrified just not by Jason in a hockey mask. Maybe my perfect Halloween is a Real Housewife getting a sebaceous cyst stabbed by Dr. Pimple Popper in a CSI lab.
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