DOES THIS MEAN WE HAVE TO START FIGHTING?
Incidentally, child-me didn’t understand that she meant “fighting” as in arguments between romantic partners (you know, witty joke!). Child-me was like BATMAN AND CATWOMAN ARE GOING TO RUMBLE! SCRATCH OUT HIS EYESSSSS! How time sorts things.
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Will Siouxsie and the Banshees be on the soundtrack for this one, too?
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My mother had this book when I was a child and it lived on the shelf in the guest room. I kept a few of my own things in there, so I would often come across it. It scared the shit out of me. I was the kind of kid that was really obsessed by things that scared me, but no amount of looking at it ever made the terror subside. Also (and please note, I never licked this book), this image totally had a phantom taste to it, and if I looked at it too soon before a meal I wouldn’t have an appetite because I could only taste Trouble in the Brasses. Obvo I was even more insane then than I am now. Anyway, I’ve never even read a word of the actual book, but I still think about it often.
I had a similar problem with this Batman Returns trading card. My mother refused to let me see the movie in the theater, but I was a Batmaniac so I ended up with most of the tie-in trappings anyway. But not only was this image so fucking frightening to six-year-old me, I also had a hard time accepting that this Catwoman’s secret identity wasn’t Miss Kitka. Lots of confusion and unbridled fear! Anyway, the problem was resolved one day when I really had to go to the bathroom but this card was on the counter—I was too afraid to walk past it. I ran to my mother and, I’m sure, bawled about it, so she promptly tore the damned thing to shreds. True to form, I proceeded to be really pissed that she ruined a piece of precious Batman ephemera and regret its destruction to this very day (even though the last time I saw of even one of those cards was probably in 1994). Anyway, I guess it all worked out because I did end up peeing.