Lady Days

In the beginning, the movie seemed more to me like a gothic, more sadistic version of Mean Girls. I could totally imagine Lindsay Lohan and Rachel McAdams wearing heavy eyeliner, walking around your typical high school, completely isolated from the social world. Ginger and Bridgitte were your typical outcasts with a not-so-typical fascination with death. They’re like gothic cosplayers who like to dress themselves up in blood and gore and taking pictures of themselves in the most horrifying ways one could die. They didn’t care much about what other people thought about them. They were proud in presenting their fascinations at school without much regard for how huge a turn-off that would be. They could care less about the raging hormones of the boys around them. They didn’t do so much as try to at least look attractive.

They were, in modern terms, in their awkward years.

For me, the movie was a strange, over-exaggeration of an otherwise familiar and even factual human phenomenon: puberty. In the movie, Ginger and Bridgitte were in that pre-menstrual stage where they just totally abhorred the fact that they were girls. It was obvious in how they dressed up, they were disgusted by the thought of having their lady-days and would much rather lock themselves up in their rooms and think up of ways of how to kill themselves next.

Changes, however, come as they first start to draw blood.

When they encounter the strangest of creatures, Ginger finds herself covered in blood and just like in menarche, the first day of menstruation, the changes emerge as the blood begins to flow. At the onset of puberty, many physical and psychological changes occur, pretty much in the same way that Ginger changes both physically and mentally after being infected with werewolf blood. In puberty, hairs begin to grow in the same way that Ginger begins to grow weird hair in the strangest of places. Sounds familiar, right? She begins to be more aware of her sexuality and starts to improve on her wardrobe. She begins to dress in ways that accentuates her curves and begins to be more interested in boys. Like a werewolf, she devours men uncontrollably and I mean that literally and figuratively of course (Wink wink).

But lo and behold, the worst is yet to come. It is here that Ginger…Snaps.

Probably the worst part about puberty (and I’m speaking from a boy’s point of view here) would be the hormonal changes that come with it. This is especially true for girls who suddenly become so sensitive about everything. One minute they’re laughing and all of a sudden they start crying. They get angry at the littlest things that I do. They become irrational and uncontrollable (just like a bloodthirsty werewolf). And they get so miserable that they start looking like a wereworlf too (hahaha, oh no i didn’t.)

But don’t get me wrong. I have nothing against women and their PMS days. I’m barely scratching the surface when I say that it must be really difficult for women. I think it’s pretty scary too, to know that such a thing visits them monthly in the same pattern that the full moon visits the wolf.

So what then must be done?

For a girls, I guess they just try their best to be there for each other on their lady days. Pretty much like what Bridgitte did for Ginger, she was always there for her sister. She never left her side even during the times when she was beginning to go on a K9 killing spree. But I thought the movie had an even more poetic answer to that.

The cure lies with the formula.

For us boys, I think the best that we could do is to be extra sweet to our girlfriends on their lady days, or at the very least be extra nice to our girl (space) friends. I mean, the antidote came from a pretty purple flower and that I guess is symbolic to the kind of understanding and care that we boys must provide a lady on her lady days. I think it’s a sweet thought and that’s probably what could help control the beast that is unleashed during a full moon.

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