Green Witch Wandering

The women who survive to the credits aren’t the ones who found the right man. They’re the ones who trusted their own gut when everyone told them to calm down.

The final girl walks out of the woods alive because she believed something was wrong before anyone else did.

That instinct is the whole engine of modern horror, and it maps onto a life most women recognize: being told you’re overreacting, being asked to be nicer, being disbelieved right up until the thing you feared is standing in the room.

Romance keeps selling the fantasy that the right person fixes everything. Horror asks a colder question: what does it cost you to be right when no one listens?

The last decade of the genre has leaned all the way in. Stories about grief that won’t stay buried, about mothers running on no sleep, about the friend who keeps insisting she’s fine, about the pressure to smile through it. The monster is often just the thing everyone else refused to see.

That’s why the survivors read as real. They’re anxious, exhausted, and correct, and the movie finally rewards them for it.

I have been wanting a cane for years now because I struggle with a few different disabilities that all make each other worse, and I always thought a cane would make walking and existence in general much easier. I got one. I was right. But I had a lot of thoughts like "I don't feel like I'm disabled enough to warrant this" or "ill look like im faking for attention" or "once my disability is visible I will have a harder time finding work and experience more difficulties socially" or "I've technically survived without a cane for a while so maybe I don't need it."

EVEN THOUGH I used to use a wheelchair (still need one imo) to get around. and ever since I was forced to sell it when i was homeless, I've missed it every day since. It was a part of me, it helped me immensely. Despite all that, I still hesitated to get myself a cane because of internalized anxiety and ableist things I've been told over and over.

If youre able to, please get one anyway.

Yes, you're disabled enough.

No, you're not taking from someone else who might need it more or taking up too much space.

And from this I’ve always drawn two conclusions:

To always distrust Mr. Beast and his ilk who always want their acts of charity done on film, because the people who really want to do good and have no motives to do it besides the doing it never want recognition for it, and