Now I know for sure that Frankenstein is my favorite horror classic—which is a relatively easy task, though, considering the competition... yeah, well. Still, this little piece of writing, assembled by a 18 to 20-year-old Mary Shelley, is one hell of a read, with a message that feels new even though it's two centuries old: prejudice can fuck everyone up real good, friend.

Well, while I am sure that wasn't exactly the message Shelley intended, at least not the words, it's what my 21st century brain can read here. Frankenstein warns us about playing God and creating what we don't understand, yes, but it also shows that prejudice is good for no one.

Spoiler

Victor doesn't even try to understand the creature, not really, and where does it get him? Where does it get "Adam?"

This is, I believe, the kind of message that gets lost or feels unimportant close to the more obvious, "don't-play-God" one, but it's relevant, it's oh-so-relevant nowadays.