AHS NYC: They Die, We Cry, But What Exactly Kills Them?
Ah, American Horror Story NYC. Land of leather daddies, disco balls, and... a mysterious illness that wipes out characters faster than you can say "Studio 54." But what exactly is this plague that's turning our favorite gays into glitter-covered ghosts?
It's Not Just a Disco Hangover, Dude
For most of the season, AHS throws us a curveball. We see weight loss, lesions, and a whole lot of dramatic coughing, but no name is ever dropped. Is it a rogue strain of the clap? Maybe a particularly grumpy ghost with a vendetta against bath towels? The possibilities are endless, which keeps us glued to the screen like a spilled vodka martini.
The Gloves Finally Come Off (Literally, They're Covered in Sores)
Then, in a finale that hits you harder than a disco stick to the funny bone, AHS rips off the metaphorical bandage and reveals the true horror: HIV/AIDS. Bam! Suddenly, all those vague symptoms and societal fear click into place. It's a gut punch, a reminder of a very real tragedy that the LGBTQIA+ community faced (and continues to face) with incredible strength and resilience.
So Why the Mystery Marathon?
Now, you might be wondering why AHS danced around the issue for so long. Was it just to keep us guessing? Maybe they were worried about a copyright infringement with the common cold? Actually, there's a method to the madness. By not naming the disease outright, the show forces us to confront the fear and stigma that surrounded HIV/AIDS in the early 1980s. It highlights how the unknown can be even scarier than the known, and how silence around a health crisis can be deadly.
But Wait, There's More! A Hilarious Aside (Because We All Need a Laugh After All This Death)
Of course, with AHS, there's always a dash of the absurd. Here's the thing: they also threw in a whole serial killer subplot with a penchant for Mai Tais. Because why not? It's like ordering a plate of fries with your heart attack – a little extra something to keep things interesting.
The Takeaway: Knowledge is Power, Disco Dancing is Optional
So, the next time you watch AHS NYC, remember: the true horror isn't some BDSM-loving Grim Reaper. It's the fear, the lack of education, and the societal stigma that surrounded HIV/AIDS. But hey, at least you can still enjoy the banging soundtrack.
