Jaws still scares me.

I just had a mini-Twitter conversation with a friend about the craptastic shark movie, Great White. The poster art still sends chills down my spine. Then the subject of Jaws came up, as it naturally would, and there was that chill again.

I realized I was probably lucky I didn't see Jaws on the big screen when I was a kid. It scared the hell out of me on the boob-tube. I'd probably need a straight jacket if I saw it larger than life.

Nearly any imagery of sharks make me antsy, but it's not like I can't watch Jaws or or other shark related media. In fact I admire sharks their survivability. But I also respect their awesomeness too. I don't hold Jaws responsible for this. I probably could have seen any shark movie, even a zombie fighting one, to know they are worthy of giving a wide-berth.

Which is why I'm fine letting a poster scare me. I don't need to go back to the water.