I’m having one of those, Wait a minute, what the fuck? Kind of evenings. Because I’ve gotten myself totally obsessed over a story. Just a story. A teen love story, no less. Maybe you’ve heard of it? It involves the Pacific northwest, vampires, high schoolers and a pack of indigenous wolves. You know the one, right?
I went with my friends from over at Twitarded to see New Moon today. LOVED. IT. More than I dared to hope I would, after reading it. And yeah, sheesh, there are some moments in that movie where an extremely well built underaged male is running around shirtless and I had to shake off the awkward, all the while, JJ (aka @JennyJerkface) is sitting to my right half muttering, half chanting “He’s not 18, he’s not 18, he’s not 18!” We snickered, and I remembered neither am I, not by a long shot.
I don’t care, really, about all the feminist controversy surrounding Twilight™ etc. Maybe I should, I haven’t really gotten that deep into my analysis of my reaction to it yet. All I can tell you is I love it, despite the fact that, (and I’m sorry, but, really) Stephanie Meyer is a mediocre writer at best (and I’m being generous here, silencing my inner literary critic altogether). But Meyer really does get something about girls and about the kind of love girls crave.
That would be the all consuming kind.
And you know what? Maybe the yearning for an all consuming passionate love does fade when girls grow into strong, independent women and hit marriage and motherhood and middle age.
Or maybe it doesn’t.
Maybe instead of fade, it just gets buried under all that stuff, like your keys in the growing pile of undone laundry, and then maybe a story like Twilight comes along and just sort of blows the pile away, uncovering what was always there.
All kinds of awesome. All kinds of thinking going on.
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If “college-age me” had happened across Twilight, well… I may have expressed my feelings for it with flames – lol. But now – meh – I don’t care so much (is that completely terrible??? I can’t decide). All I know is that life has been happier and funnier this last year (and I wasn’t really lacking in either department beforehand). Can’t knock it! Or yes, you CAN knock it – we do it all the time – but that’s fun, too!
P.S. If you’re gonna join the cult you gotta spell The Leader’s name right – it’s “Stephenie” (yes I am sad to inform you that I know all these little details and I can even tell you why she ended up with that spelling because I am obsessed!). Oh – this somehow reminds me that SM had a half-finished draft of Twilight written from Edward’s POV on her website (it’s called Midnight Sun). YOU MUST GO READ NOW. Oooor after you finish Breaking Dawn. One of those. Work is over-rated (I would know). Midnight Sun is the PERFECT at-work on-screen reading. Just sayin’… (sorry so long!)
Oh, college student Myg would have been all a mess with outrage over the depiction of women in this series. But would have still been all, “ummm…rpatt…mmmmmmmm” drool, snarf.
And thank you for the spelling correction on Mrs. Meyer’s given name, I would love to be enlightened as to the reason for the inappropriate use of the vowel “e.” Don’t know exactly why creative spelling irks me so, but ugh.
I am trying to plow through Eclipse now – it’s tough though because I have these, you know, kids who actually want attention. From me! That leaves 8pm on for reading. Some nights I can blow through until 1am, but last night I was passing out at 10:30. LIGHT WEIGHT!
So you gonna sneak out of work with me or not?!?! heh heh heh…
I WISH I could sneak out of work! This week bites and not in the potentially-good-vampy way…
“Stephenie” was supposed to be a “Stephen,” or so the story goes.
You can find all sorts of good stuff (and some not so good stuff) at SM’s website but BE CAREFUL poking around until you’ve finished all four books. after that I’ll be more than happy to provide links to all sorts of fun shit.