It all started with R.L. Stine. If you were born in the 80s, you probably remember the Goosebumps craze that took hold of every middle schooler with a pulse, and I was no exception to that. I devoured those books like it was my job, and quickly moved on to the Fear Street series, not satisfied by sentient dummies and mutated creatures living in the basement. By the time I was in fifth grade, I had completely moved on, and was regularly bringing Stephen King novels into school with me to read on my own time.
My teachers were thrilled that I was taking such an active interest in reading. They were less thrilled about the material I was choosing to indulge in. But with that, I started developing a taste for horror, which expanded past books into film, television, and anything else I could get my hands on.
Being a female fan of the genre, I was attracted to certain things it had to offer, often with strong women in leading roles, surviving the carnage around them. Writing about horror without taking that aspect into consideration wouldn’t have made sense to me, so this blog is going to examine that aspect of the genre as well as the entertainment and chills it offers.
What’s the story with the name? Well, many people perhaps know already, but the Bechdel test is a commonly used way to examine the presence of women in a film. It sets the simple standard that a film must: 1, have two named female characters; 2, that talk to each other; 3, about something other than a man. The name popped into my head as I was trying to remember the term for another iconic film staple, the Wilhelm Scream. As this is a female perspective on things that are frightening, it seemed only appropriate.