There’s typically a scene at the end of most horror films where the heroine, having narrowly escaped a series of torturous ordeals, is confronted with one last attack from the villains. At this point she’s been through so many nightmares of violence and brutality that she’s grown inured to it all; there is nothing left that can frighten her anymore, and she promptly dispatches the monster with relish before stalking off into the night alone, victorious, but having lost something of herself along the way. Nothing will ever be the same. Reality won’t make sense. Is that a shadow on the wall or a killer creeping into the window at night? The things she’s seen will haunt her for the rest of her life.
In related news: the internet.
Here’s the new worst song of all time of the day of the week. It’s from something called Gifted But Twisted. It would seem that this is a parody of teen SWAG culture, with a chintzy hip hop beat matched with a bro-y pop punk auto-tuned melody, but who can even tell what’s supposed to be a joke and what’s supposed to be real anymore? Entertainment has brutalized us all.