I love the thought of a high school full of monsters. When I was growing up, we had cartoons like Beatlejuice and Count Duckula, but I don't remember these shows having the same amount of popularity as the dolls of Monster High.
My three year old daughter has a the vampire doll, Draculaura. The doll is creepy and disturbing, and I love it! At Christmas time, I sat her on a table as a sort of Goth version of an Elf on the Shelf. It was weird, I know. But, I'm weird.
I've stated before that I saw my first vampire movie when I was nine years old. It was no child's movie with a romantic twist, it was hard-core and I loved it! I began to immerse myself in everything vampire related, including folklore, to thoroughly understand my monster of choice. To say the least, this set me far apart from the other female third-graders.
As I grew older, I waited for my fascination with vampires to cease, but it never did. Now I know, without a doubt, that just like vampires themselves, my love for them will never die. But when I think back at my monster-loving childhood, I am reminded of just how far I stood out from so many other kids. I learned to hide this, and thus kept myself from being ridiculed too much.
If Monster High dolls were around while I was growing up, I wouldn't have felt so different. I would have been just like all the other little girls toting vampire, zombie and werewolf dollies. But I've learned that being just like everyone else isn't always such a great thing. So the next time you come across a "weird" kid that others laugh at, stop and think. Maybe that kid isn't so weird after all. Maybe they're just the trend-setter.
