I just completed the first 5 episodes of Margaret Atwood’s A Handmaid’s Tale, which has been adapted into a television series on Hulu. OMG! It stressed the hell out of me. I haven’t sleep in 3 days.
I have had latent anxiety for many years about the possibility of the US being overtaken by a bunch of religious extremists and A Handmaid’s Tale exacerbated that anxiety, big time. Don’t get me wrong. I love a good dystopian story. Loved The Hunger Games. Loved The Maze Runner. Loved The Giver. But this one was way too real, way too relevant.
I think I may just try to go back to worrying about salad bars and porcelain dolls. That was a far easier life.
PS: If you would like hear me talk about my fear of salad bars and porcelain dolls, you can always find me on my podcast or on my website, and feel free to share your stories of what you’re afraid of…