11 January 2010

+JMJ+

Quo Vadis, Cheddar?

In my personal experience, blogging has always been aspirational. I joined the Catholic blogosphere because I thought the coolest people on earth were the "Fun Lovin' Catholic Nerds from Notre Dame" . . . and over six years later, they've all graduated and still don't know who I am. (Yeah, I wasn't cool in high school, either.)

Now that I'm on the brink of closing my Catholic blog down, I find myself flailing about for a sense of identity. Is there any other corner of the blogosphere where I'd like to be invited to sit at the cool kids' table?

Well, of course there is!


Dracula 1958
Wouldn't it be wonderful if really awful people . . . were ultimately repelled by, rather than attracted to, Jesus, Mary, the Eucharist, and the Church? This is why I like Horror movies so much: the hero holds up a crucifix and the villain gives away his evil with a malicious hiss.

Maybe what we should wonder at is not that [someone] sinned so horribly despite his devotion to the Eucharist, but that he could be devoted to the Eucharist despite those horrible sins. God is merciful, and someday [the worst sinners], too, may be made whole before His sight.


-- from an e-mail message I wrote to a friend, who had brought up the case of someone who was a good Catholic "by day" and a terrible person "by night"

I'd like to amend what I said in that message. No, it would not be wonderful if "really awful people" were repelled by Jesus, Mary, the Eucharist and the Church. What it would be is convenient--and only for those who divide humanity into people to be trusted and people to be judged. (Mea culpa, of course.)

If you're wondering what all this Catholic stuff is doing here . . . well, old habits die hard.

What I really want to say is that Horror bloggers are amazingly cool to me right now. And given that Horror is the most fundamentally moral movie genre there is (aberrations like "Torture Porn" notwithstanding), how could I not want to cover that beat?

Then there's fact that Horror, as my first Horror blogger friend Gory puts it, "gets the bum rap as the evil stepchild" of movies. That's a bonus in my eyes. If I had started Shredded Cheddar two years ago, it would have been a Romance blog, because Romance doesn't get much respect in literary circles, either. Come to think of it, I started my Catholic blog because I had just moved to a country where Catholics were perceived as stuck in the Middle Ages, while many of the native Catholics were stuck in the 1970s. So along with being aspirational, blogging has also always been a way to stand up for the kid getting picked on in the playground . . . and to teach him some handy tricks with which to defend himself.

Image Source: Dracula (1958) clip

9 comments:

twowaysofrenouncingthedevil said...

You'll get no arguments here putting Catholic together with horror genre. That's my whole marriage.

Nice cheese story, by the way. And you're right about it not turning like fiction turns, but that's good, because I was starting to think it was a setup for a joke or a sweet story and that showed me it was for real. Better real.

Enbrethiliel said...

+JMJ+

Your whole marriage, aye? =P

Marie, I never know what you're going to say, but it always reassures me and makes my day! (Rhyme unintended!)

Bob wallace said...

I was the epitome of coolness in high shool. I would have talked to you out of pity and noblesse oblige, being you were one of those hopeless peons.

Enbrethiliel said...

+JMJ+

Whatever, Bob. We both know that if we had both been in high school together, you would have secretly wanted me . . . and I would have been blissfully unaware of your existence.

Bob wallace said...

Har har. You would have had a crush on me, like half-a-dozen other girls. And if I had so much as smiled at you, it would have made your week.

Enbrethiliel said...

+JMJ+

Bob, Bob, Bob . . . Still delusional, after all these years . . .

TS said...

Like Rocky, you like the underdogs, be they Catholic, romantic or a horror.

dylan said...

Celebrities are ghosts on the oblong glass. With voices as graspable as a wavelet's delicate motion, are they worth going green over? Pas du tout. And as for the pseudonymity of last year's valentines, dropped through the slot of an erstwhile address, should it raise the hackles of a copper weathervane? Slapping the breeze on its back is a fractious pastime. Let all tin-can quibbles grow placid. Don't lash out at the spectres of someone else's daydream. Spare Miss Watkins and her two cheerful cheeks. Don't wring the neck of the cinema's dapper usher. Don't fling rocks at chickadees because they chirrup so yellow and blithe. Unsnit the remains of daylight. Have some peace, and a snippet of splendor.

(Sorry. I'm feeling surreal this morning.)

Enbrethiliel said...

+JMJ+

TS: One day, I'll have a Rocky-themed post.

Dylan: I don't think I could possibly equal that (unless I have another weird dream), so I'll just smile at you now. =)