My parents never objected to me watching DS. In fact, my mom almost always watched it with me. On the other hand, my father hated it when I watched Lost In Space because he hated Dr. Smith. Go figure. Murder, mayhem and/or Satanic rituals/sacrifices were fine - but apparently a cowardly screw-up really set a bad example.
LMAO! Maybe Dr. Smith just got on his nerves! I know he annoyed the heck out of me as a kid! (On the other hand, Jonathan Harris, rest his soul, was a very friendly funny guy who told great stories and loved hanging out with the Volunteer Squad.)
I never had any objections raised to watching DS as a kid either. My grandmother (who was the one home with me raising me -- my mother was widowed when I was very small and went to work) had no problem with it. She's the one knew about Joan Bennett from being a fan of hers in the 30s, and filled me in on that stuff. Only comments I remember her making were about liking the way Mr. Frid and Mr. Selby spoke (she was English, so I think she caught the intonations in both their accents). She also never complained when I played the "Quentin's theme" track of the DS album for HOURS at a time.
My mother, on the other hand, bears all the blame for getting me interested in Science Fiction. Back in those dim dark days when dinosaurs roamed the earth, and people only had ONE TV set, it was her fault I was raised on
Twilight Zone,
Outer Limits ,
Chiller Theater, Universal and 50s horror movies,
Alfred Hitchcock Presents. You get the idea. If it was Science Fiction or Horror and was on TV, we watched it. Yet she never understood what I saw in Trek fandom.... Funny thing is, she never saw DS -- and I can't get her to watch my DVDs now -- because she hates history (yes, I'm a changeling
). Yet she does know who Barnabas and Angelique are.
Come to think of it, I don't remember being really scared by anything on DS except Count Petofi. Think it was the whole concept scared me, or maybe it was the creepy floating hand.... The only horror thing I DO remember being scared by was some Boris Karloff movie which was the 2nd half of a double feature my grandmother took me to. I think I was about 5, and the opening scene, where someone cut the heart out of a body, had me hysterical and we had to leave. Oh, and Carnival of Souls, I just remembered before hitting send. The ghosts haunting the driver of the car in the spooky amusement park creeped me out.
Jeannie