So, literally ten or so minutes ago I finished watching the Netflix ten part series, You. My ironing is done!
This is something I have been watching over the last few months and the Facebook conflict hasn’t escaped me. I’d came up with a similar plot for a novel a while ago, okay, not similar but the theme was not dissimilar…Let me tell you why…
Sit here as you are reading this blog and close your eyes (after reading my instructions), whilst your eyes are closed imagine the person that may stalk you…what do they look like? What job do they have if any? Picture where they live. Please close your eyes now and picture your stalker and the aspects of their life.
In a male or female mind you imagine a stalker as someone that you’re not attracted to, or in the very least a person you never took notice of, for example, someone thats’ decidedly average in looks. So, now you’re thinking that it’s not about looks? Perhaps you’re right, but that would imply you know them and they know you which complicates the dynamic. I’m guessing the stalker was attracted to his victim, maybe it wasn’t to do with looks, maybe it was a quality that initially piqued their interest? That’s why I asked you to think about their profession, I’m guessing you didn’t have your stalker down as a doctor or a lawyer? Or moving onto where they live…I bet it wasn’t a nice clean apartment let alone a mansion…
Now we’re getting down to the nitty gritty…have you ever looked a person up on Facebook or any other form of social media, scrolled through their stuff, all the while being terrified of clicking something by mistake? Don’t worry, I don’t think I know anyone who hasn’t. Does that make you curious or a stalker? I personally think that makes you a nosey parker, when you find yourself acting upon what you found…that makes you a stalker… That’s my opinion!
Back to You, Joe is a bookstore manager. I’ve seen people comment that he is ‘hot’ or ‘cute,’ but to me he is an average guy, not ugly nor hot. He meets Beck who comes into his store and flirts a little, she uses her credit card and basically hands her life over to him to investigate. Her life is so splashed over social media that he finds out everything about her. He is able to watch her through her apartment window having sex with a guy and the subsequent masturbation when it didn’t exactly come to fruition. He hangs around her interactions with her awful friends and is able to see her weak spots from a mile away. The girl is a train wreck…
So, what does Joe do? He tries to sort out her life for her. Unfortunately, that’s mostly by murdering those that aren’t of use to her or a hindrance. There’s a short spate mid series when she finished with him and he maintained a functional relationship with someone else, but Beck is back with vengeance.
So, why is this series making us question our beliefs about stalkers? Because, pardon the pun but Joe is ‘the average Joe’ and Beck didn’t see it coming until he’d killed off her conquests and friends.
The series made me think about what to say without looking completely insane, that’s mostly the problem…men and women, especially of the British variety hate to look stupid and/or paranoid.
I’m pretty sure I had a stalker for a period, a local man who seemed to appear in every public house I frequented. Luckily, I was always with my partner. The issue was that overtime we were in different places at the same time and the man was there, seemingly he couldn’t help but stare at me and/or make comments about touching me etc. It was only when I was complaining about my partners paranoia to my best friend that she asked if there was a chance the man could be stalking me. Having always been a pleasant person a sudden realisation dawned on me that it could be true.
The following story from my friend about a ‘nice guy’ in a friend of a friends local put the fear of God into me. Apparently, this lady didn’t for a minute think that the guy was laying in wait right up until the moment when she had been in her garden hanging her washing on the line until she went back inside and found him there. That evil person raped her for hours. My friend is full of cheer!
This revelation that I may have a stalker carried on for a number of weeks until the point that I was on my own with the man. I completely turned my back on him and pretended he wasn’t there, this was an alien concept to me, but I pulled it off. Anyway, the next morning I pulled off my drive and heard a huge bang. There was a ginormous piece of metal in my tyre, and that was the last of it. I’ve seen the man maybe once or twice since eight months ago. This means it’s difficult for me to separate all of this and I have no proof!
The last thing I would want is to give away any spoilers, but if you’re sitting there contemplating your next Netflix watch, then you need to go ahead with this one. Similarly, if you’re worried you may have a stalker…Well, watch it too.