Baron H is back as a guest blogger today (if you missed his earlier installments, you can read them here and here). As always, he has a particularly… long view of mortal affairs which is refreshing. And yes, we do believe he is still the internet’s only undead blogger.
Salutations Classically Educated Readers!
I could blame Stephanie Meyer for the recent misunderstandings I’ve been seeing regarding the undead. After all, you can only see so many movies which portray the undead as effortlessly glamorous before you start believing the PR. And I’m told she’s sold a number of books as well.
But I’ve been here longer than any mortal, so I don’t actually blame Meyer. Stoker, and then early Hollywood were truly more instrumental in giving us this image. I guess it’s too late to try to get the unwashed to understand this (contrary to popular belief, people have not been getting dumber in the past few years. Almost every mortal on the planet has been an imbecile since I can remember, and that’s more than a few centuries), but I can at least make an appeal to the intelligent readers out there. Both of you should probably be able to catch the gist.
Vampires are not glamorous by nature. We are just, to take a horrid neologism and apply it, regular guys. In order not to let the side down, it is imperative that we understand and follow the rules of etiquette. We might not have any of the olfactory disadvantages of zombies, or the aural handicaps of banshees, but we do need to work – imagine if we let ourselves go. We’d all look like Nosferatu!
Still, this aside was not the main thrust of this particular post (although I remind you that etiquette is always the most important thing – be you mortal or Aikanaka). I wanted to talk about documentary channels.
It used to be that the people who watched The History Channel, or Nat Geo, were a bit snobbish. Intellectuals who were too good to share the same mind-numbing programming that everyone else seemed to enjoy.
Now it seems that the executives at these places have either realized that that market was too small or have succumbed to the temptation of going after the brain-dead hordes. So you get reality TV, Celebrity Biographies and, worst of all, a whole slew of programs with names like Ancient Aliens and Paranormal Encounters.
This last one is worrying.
Now, as a member of the undead community, I am all for a bit of information and greater understanding. But, when you put every kook and whacko who can shake off the effects of the drugs long enough to do an interview on the screen and let him ramble, you are creating a dangerous precedent, which gets even worse when you treat it as credible evidence.
This isn’t documentary filmmaking. This is shameless pandering to the lowest common denominator disguised as documentary. Documentaries shouldn’t be stealing their ratings from the audience for Big Brother. And I certainly can’t condone the way these fictionistas portray ghosts!
But the true reason I gnash my teeth whenever these subhuman programs come up is that I am one of those who were among the original target. I will gladly watch a documentary about napoleon for six hours, but give me an episode of Ancestral Aliens, and… well, let’s just be thankful that vampires can’t throw up (Bet you didn’t know that – Ed.).
But one of the keys to good etiquette is that one must not fight emerging trends, but find a way to incorporate them. So I’m thinking of starting a program to portray undead as they really are. I can sell it to one of these channels.
And I can eat any executive who declines.
With no sparkliness whatsoever.