Okay so I decided not to write about Twilight awhile back, mostly because it would be a very hateful rant. I figured there was little point in discussing my disdain, and I did not wish to be a platform for its promotion, not that the series would need it, or that my sentences would make a difference. So I choose not to write about the unoriginal plot, where-girl-falls-head-over-heels-for-dangerous-and-slightly-wounded-boy, the lack of character development, themes, and motifs, and not to mention the infantile grammar. To this day the word "smouldering" gives me the gebbies. Granted Meyers deserves some credit for creating such a sucsessfull money-wagon, but her skills as a writer are lacking. The part that really twists my knickers is that her fictitious world is filled to the brim with pink-fluffy so-called "vampires" who glitter in the light. Which is also a reason for why I did not wish to discuss the book, since I would feel the need to compare it to real vampire literature, such as Bram Stoker's Dracula and Anna Rice's vampiric realm. I was not going to mention any of this. However it is fair to say that my cup runneth over after scanning a newspaper article my mother was about to through away.
The article was basically a how to guide on becoming Bella or a seriously lame vampire. promoting vampire lip gloss, vampire wine, a cookbook that consists of all the dishes Bella makes, and even referrers to a website dedicated to quote unquote "twilight stuff", the words"sleep like Bella" made my soul want to shrivel up and die.
Now I understand that people are different, and I am not saying there is anything wrong with those who like twilight, I am just saying their brain has some faulty wiring, and that they should look into it. No, but Seriously. Granted it's a little sad that people think vampires are like the Cullens, but if it makes you happy I am certainly not going to take it away from you. I just think the healthy interest has turned into more of a blind worship and devotion, where the fanaticism has become worrisome. Now I've never understood this kind of behaviour, which might be why I do not understand the twilight phenomenon. I understand the need to "need", or wanting to lose yourself in an other story because it's more interesting that your story. I understand all the whys to a fixation. Believe me I do.
The thing that strikes me as weird is going to such great lengths in bringing your own fantasies to life. (In my experience when fantasies become spoken words reality always comes crashing down) I realize I can only speak for myself. All the same for me fantasies and thoughts are private and personal. My fingers just went a little numb after typing that sentence. I guess it betrays me into some-what of a bigot. So to clarify I feel their are several different kinds of thoughts. Some are "innocent", and easily shared, blog-worthy), some are strange, and some are so personal you, at least I, can not share them without difficulty because they render you completely naked, stripping you down to the core of raw emotions. It is here my deepest thoughts lies beside my obsession, and that is why I would not want the corporate commercialism to taint my pure compulsion. Since on some days that little escape is all one has, and what escape would it be, if it was destroyed by consumerism?
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