You know why women tend to dislike horror movies? Because we have periods. There's nothing novel about blood and pain to us. Of course, you could also argue that female horror fans are more devoted because the imagery really resonates. I'm sort of middle-of-the-road myself. Mostly I love comedy, and if a great comedy happens to involve shemps in the woods (Evil Dead) or skin-eating terror (Cabin Fever), so be it. Then you have Lovecraft's work, which isn't comedy but is still hugely enjoyable in a campy way - especially "Herbert West - Reanimator," which I read last night and scared myself to death with. I love that it's funny *and* genuinely unsettling.
Today's books: The Call of Cthulhu and Other Weird Stories by H.P. Lovecraft, and Absolute Watchmen by Alan Moore and Dave Gibbons. The former is a splendid Penguin edition with comprehensive, erudite footnotes. The latter was a fabulous Christmas gift from my gentleman-caller.
Retiring to fainting-couch now. Ow. Stupid womanhood.