Villains Or Victims - Monsters in Popular Culture

People love the weird thrill that clutches their hearts atincrease of Hispanic people in the United States. As
the mere suggestions of a monster. I'm not talkingBig Foot declined in popularity, El Chupacabra's star
about real monsters like rampaging grizzly bears orrose, this time in the American southwest. El
psychotic killers but the strange creatures that hauntChupacabra was spotted rushing through the
the periphery of reality. The ones that lurk in theshrubbery along the edge of a twilit path. This monster
dimmest reaches of the forest, or slither hugely in thewas so terrifying that it's relatively small size made no
purple depths of dark lakes.difference. El Chupacabra, from what I've seen, is a
When I was young, Sasquatch or Big Foot, was thesort of cross between a small dragon and a dog -
popular subject of tabloid newspapers. TVslimy, ugly, and snarling. His very ugliness and the
documentaries regaled us with stories from thefuriousness of this little monster is enough to keep the
American northwest in which Big Foot prowled aroundteenagers out of the woods.
darkened cabins, terrifying the inhabitants. FootageBut you have to wonder. What did either Sasquatch or
showed an actual Sasquatch shambling among theChupacabra actually do to elicit such horror?
trees. The hairy man-beast leaned forward slightly, andUnpleasant to look at, yes. Weird, different, something
glanced at the cameraman. And in that moment, youyou would not find in your Encyclopedia of American
had to catch your breath. Would Big Foot turnWildlife. These elusive monsters haunted the dark
suddenly and rush at the photographer? Would the filmplaces of our imagination, moving at an awkward gait,
churn as the camera fell into the forest duff, as themaking unpleasant sounds, and being distinctively
poor photographer was torn limb from limb?unattractive.
Rumors of Big Foot popped up in the Eastern US andFear produces hate. We despise what we fear. One
in other spots as well. People claimed to have foundcan almost feel sorry for these freaks of nature,
huge, man-like footprints along the banks of nearbyhunted by curiosity seekers. Think of poor Nessie, that
streams. We were both repelled and drawn to theremnant of yesteryear, that dinosaur-like monster
possibility of a monster roaming a few miles fromchased back and forth endlessly through the cold
suburban neighborhoods.depths of Loch Ness. Monster hunters, like paparazzi
Of course, Big Foot never really did anything.have raced around that Scottish lake for generations.
Sasquatch never attacked anyone. No reports sprangI don't know about you, but if I'd been pursued, feared,
up with Big Foot grabbing the family dog and munchingand despised for generations, it would not put me in a
away at poor Fido. It was the mere possibility of hisgood moon. I think that I would stalk the dark places,
existence that caused nightmares and gave teenagersscuttling along the edges of things at twilight. And if
the willies in the woods, causing them to run off andone of those nosey humans came upon me in a field
abandon their illicit beer.at night, I'd grunt and snarl too. Maybe, just maybe,
Other monsters, too, have captured the publicthose monsters hide in the shadows because they are
imagination. El Chupacabra became popular with theafraid of us.