I still have it in my head.. some blonde woman being pecked to death. My age was a single digit, unable to process what I was seeing. The horror.. the horror. I now revere it for that horrible effect as a kid.. something today's society should note. Stressful events as a child are not to be a broad stroke of avoidance and vigilant shielding. Sometimes they must be avoided. Sometimes they are a needful source of indelible imprinting which only reveal their actual benefit over perceived scarring years later.

Later, for me anyway, it was Jaws. I was a coastal kid with a love of the ocean. However, I remember thinking even then, that perhaps this fear being foisted upon me and everyone else, might not be reality, but only a means of benefit to the story-teller. Oh, I was still looking for great white sharks in 4 or 5 feet of water to be sure, but the wiser part of kid-me was already calling bullshit about things being fed to the public en masse. The reasons behind that, however, were to take many more years to discover and differentiate, and while I feel I am very close, I have still not arrived at a final confident opinion about the massive amount of bullshit reality being consumed by the West in 2022.

The same could be said about my enlightened viewpoint about GC in its heyday, but hey, I'll never go there, or at least not here.