If it’s true that every generation gets the monster it deserves, then I’m calling ghosts as the next big thing. Don’t get me wrong—I’m still a huge fan of vampires, with all that psychosexual yearning. And the crushing, inexorable huddled-masses-at-the-gates threat of zombies, either slow or fast, remains my favorite flavor of undead to get beaned with a shovel (or picked off with a sniper’s rifle, because bullet plus decomposing meat equals deep onomatopoetic satisfaction). But I believe that ghosts are rising.
Think about it: Ghosts are just extra-emo versions of us. They are forlorn and lousy with issues—attention whores, the lot of them, caught up in personal dramas and pining for an audience. That was the whole point of Beetlejuice, you might remember. Ghosting was pedestrian. There was a bureaucracy and a handbook to explain how to, you know, just be.
Ghosts are the millennials of the monster pantheon. They need to get it together, be more self-sufficient, stop seeming desperate for so much workshopping. They’re constantly trying to outsource their dirty work—make the living talk to their loved ones, avenge their untimely deaths, move out of their house (no matter how underwater the mortgage). Rattle your chains off my lawn, Patrick Swayze!
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http://www.wired.com/magazine/2011/09/pl_column_ghosts/?utm_source=feedburner&ut...