Warning Signs of Satanic Behavior. Training video for police, 1990

I just read about the Satanic scare of the 80’s/90’s and it’s one of the most baffling things.

Most media scares take a real issue and exaggerate the hell out of it. But literally none of the Satanic stuff was happening, anywhere, to anyone. Yet everyone, including the police, took it seriously for years.

When I was in 7th grade, circa 1989, a student killed himself and reportedly drew a pentagram on his suicide note. That day, a rumor went around my small town that satanists were planning to attack the school, and also that the FBI was going to land helicopters and arrest them all. 99 percent of the students cleared out, leaving just a handful of us to face down the satanic menace on our own.

It was Thurberesque, and for months afterward we were treated to seminars and videos like this. I’d like to say I was totally skeptical the whole time, but the truth is that the idea of a satanist conspiracy was too awesome to disbelieve.

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Mood: Ocean at the End of the Lane

Mood: Ocean at the End of the Lane

Ernest Hemingway would have died rather than have syntax. Or semicolons. I use a whole lot of half-assed semicolons; there was one of them just now; that was a semicolon after “semicolons,” and another one after “now.”

And another thing. Ernest Hemingway would have died rather than get old. And he did. He shot himself. A short sentence. Anything rather than a long sentence, a life sentence. Death sentences are short and very, very manly. Life sentences aren’t. They go on and on, all full of syntax and qualifying clauses and confusing references and getting old. And that brings up the real proof of what a mess I have made of being a man.

Ursula K. Le Guin on being a man – the finest, sharpest thing I’ve read in ages 

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By Javier Pulido 

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I just want to say that when I read "Coraline," I was a little girl who was afraid of everything. Not only did that book satisfy my strange need to read things that scared me, but it taught me to be brave. In a society in which girls are socialized to be scared and to be passive, this lesson of bravery was especially important for my nine-year-old self. So thank you for creating a young precocious female protagonist who was brave, even when she found herself living in a very, very scary world.



… which is really all I ever wanted that book to do.

I’m glad it helped.

I just gave this book to my daughter.