"Oh, Joy. Scooby-Doo won't marry you."
- My mother, upon hearing that I was watching yet another episode of Scooby-Doo mysteries.
What? I can admit it - long into my 30s and I still love a good Scooby marathon. Honestly, when I bought this at Comic-Con a few weeks ago, I couldn't believe this is my only Scooby-Doo magnet.
You would think that watching all those Scooby-Doo, Where Are You?s growing up (and now, to be honest) would desensitize me to anything hokey scary. But nothing could be further from reality.
When I was 12ish, I beat up a Disney World attendant. To let me out of the Haunted Mansion.
When I was in college, I screamed, "You can't do this to me, I'm an American citizen!" to the Jack the Ripper dayplayer who fake grabbed me and held a fake knife to my throat at the London Dungeon.
And just this past Halloween weekend, I was laughing hysterically with tears streaming down my cheeks, literally quaking in boots and wondering if I should yell out the safeword "safety" at the fake scary Haunted House downtown.
Yep. When it comes to scaring easily, I would pretty much roll with Scooby and Shaggy, thankyouverymuch.