This is what I once wrote:
“Frankenstein’s monster is the only notable monster. Vampires are lazy blood-suckers. Werewolves, aside from being coprophagous, are nudists who have no idea where their clothes went. In contrast, the—monster loves flowers—Frankenstein attempts to make the best of monster life but to no avail. He is hunted down and hated—why? Perhaps it is his inability to successfully transform himself into a hipster.”
I had thought that at least Shelly’s monster was immune. Boy, was I wrong‽
The Young Frankenstein’s monster had been cool, not hip, in my opinion.
Mary Shelley’s Monster once said:
“There was none among the myriads of men that existed who would pity or assist me; and should I feel kindness towards my enemies? No: from that moment I declared everlasting war against the species, and, more than all, against him who had formed me and. sent me forth to this insupportable misery.”
I once reckoned that there was nothing less hip than being genuine and that nothing could change that. No?
Enter the new sexy monster.