I've Been Grounded

Or at least that's what I'll keep telling myself as I develop this character.  Plant yourself in the reality of the world you inhabit and an onion will grow.  Giving my character what?  Yes, layers.  A layered onion of bitchiness, innocence, and stupidity all wrapped up tight with a product sticker reading H. Mac.  That'll be my breed.

For those who know me well enough, or at least freshman year of college me, know that I spent my 19th birthday locked in my dorm eating Chinese food, hiding from an extremely intense game of Assassin, and most importantly watching Heathers.  That was my first, but certainly not my last exposure to Heathers.  From then on I made it my own personal mission to expose those closest to me to the nihilistic views of this seemingly typical 80's teen comedy.  I've seen this movie so many times that my Slater impression is pretty dead on.

Lets fast forward  bit to my junior year of college, and the beginning of my time with New Line.  Bonnie & Clyde, Scott Miller, Threepenny Opera, dubious actions blah, blah, blah and the announcing of their current season.  The first musical being Heathers.  Wait, Heathers the musical?  What?  No.  Sorry, but my first reaction not positive at all.  I have a special place in my heart for this movie and I didn't see a musical version of it being able to fit into that special place.  It's kinda tight in there, ya know.  It took me about two times listening to the CD all the way through to inch my heart open a smidge.  A few more listens and the door was pretty much wide open.  I listened to that CD on repeat in my car until I was given Midnight Boom by The Kills in June.  I was given Heathers in roughly January maybe December.  From December to June it was Heathers on repeat.  So, God damn it, this musical wiggled its way into the black abyss of my soul and now I have the wonderful opportunity to be a part of it as Heather McNamara.  She is so delightfully stupid; which makes her honest, hilariously so, yet she doesn't fall into the ignorance is bliss archetype that so many of her kind have the tendency to do.  She is tortured and lonely; makes her real, relatable and an all around great character to work with.

Over the next few months I look forward to spending some quality bonding time with her as well as my other Heathers, as the unity of this bitch squad is key to their unstoppable power.  Maybe we'll even get matching tats.  We already have matching water bottles, and that's ultimately the next step right?