So I did a media interview on Wicca a while back. Then after that there was some news story about the occult and they called me, and I couldn’t do the appearance but I gave them useful referrals so they like me.
So the guy calls me the other night and asks me if I know any evil witches.
“No.”
“That’s what everyone is saying. I need an evil witch for a talk show and I can’t find one.”
“Well, I know some people I don’t particularly like or trust, but they don’t think of themselves as evil witches.”
“Sure, that’s not what I need.”
I suggest Satanists. But he doesn’t want Satanists, who don’t necessarily consider themselves evil either (although he could probably find several who do). He wants witches. And there aren’t any.
At no point does he mention the possibility of going back to the show and saying “No such thing; isn’t that cool?” He’s just daunted by the task.
And I say “Well, I suppose it’s bad for you, but good for us.”
He laughs and agrees.
This reminds me of the villain from Jasper Fforde’s novel The Eyre Affair. He just loves to be evil for the fun of it and is excited to tell anyone who will listen.