The Unexpected Origins of a CreepGirl

Once upon a time, I blogged more about my crazy and weird adventures. I miss that. I’m not exactly promising two blogs a week, but there will be more, starting now. A conversation with Caitlin (@Cait_Greer) over on Twitter made me think about how I went from relatively normal to spooky.

Growing up, my mom was a huge fan of Stephen King and Anne Rice. Horror was nothing I hadn’t already been exposed to. I’m pretty sure it was part of my infant vaccination process. However, I was thinking back to my first injection of monster madness and I realized it wasn’t my love affair with Edgar Allan Poe or Labyrinth or picking up the weird horror novels on mom’s bookshelf.

It was the Backstreet Boys.

When I was nine, I was a ballerina. Actually, when I was four, I was ballerina, and I didn’t quit until I was thirteen. I did tap, lyrical, and jazz, too. When I was nine, we did a jazz number to “Everybody (Backstreet’s Back)” and I was THRILLED. I’m reasonably certain that music video sparked my love for monsters.

All my boys are there: the Wolfman, Phantom of the Opera, Dracula, the Mummy, and Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde.

I’m going to be completely honest right now: I thought Kevin/Mr. Hyde was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

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“Am I sexual?” Oh yeah.

Maybe it’s the scales. It’s probably the glasses. I just…

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I may have downplayed my childhood spook.

…I liked it.

The show we did involved coffins, and we were undead, and I remember wanting to be a vampire so badly.

I was not. I was a zombie girl. The parents turned down the audio to bleep out the word “sexual” because we were nine. It was hilarious.

We did the Thriller dance, and I loved it. For the record, yes, I knew the music video dance.

MAYBE I STILL DO.

It wasn’t until I was in college, and having a terrible day, when my roomie broke out the “Oldies, Yes Ma’am!” cd her friend had burned her and we rocked out to BSB again. I rewatched the video, in all its cheesy 90s glory, and a tiny part of my creepgirl soul thrilled. I love those monsters, especially the little “shout-outs” to the Invisible Man and Frankenstein’s monster.

Bonus: AJ’s Phantom makeup totally trumps the shit they pulled in the 2005 movie. Actually, all the make was extremely well-done.
Super bonus: They acknowledge the Phantom’s name, which is Erik.

I still want to be a vampire. My love of monsters has only grown, influencing the ever-expanding weirdness of my life. That song is in my iTunes for when I need it.

So now you know my “origin story.”

Tell me yours in the comments below or give me a shout on Twitter @EquisitelyOdd

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2 responses to “The Unexpected Origins of a CreepGirl

  1. Holy jeez. You know I *thought* your post and pen and muse this week won me over because of the level of sincerity you offered to a very broad audience, but I was wrong. Lady, you’ve levelled up — whole other ballgame, right here — with the Backstreet Boys. (They weren’t a contributing factor to my why or wherefore, but I remember when this video came out I shamefully danced the shit out of it in my parents’ basement. Which to my teenage punk rock self was anathema.)

    Well done. I’m going to go lurch around my living room now.

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