A much needed Twi-tard rant.
I stayed up the entire night reading both the third and fourth books in the Twilght saga. Again.
I easily refused sleep, as I sat, absolutely taken by the words in front of me.
However shallow, unrealistic, and silly they may be, they had taken me away.
And now that I’m free to sit here (well not really yet, I still have a hundred or so pages of the last book to go- but I do know what happens. Nothing matters now that Bella is a vampire, does it?) and wallow in the utter suckishness that exists all around me.
Shit.
Stephanie Meyer, do you realize you have absolutely ruined an entire generation of girls? Their dreams- nay- their lives! have been crushed by the skillful tiptap of your fingers on those unsuspecting keys.
Do you see the immense standard you’ve set? The bar that we all now need to leap, impossibly, to reach?
Every girl will think that she is that girl. That she is Bella Swan. That she, a lone pair of X chromosomes, can do so much by simply existing?
The entire world’s view of love is now insignifigant, thanks to your books.
Nothing,
Nothing,
Can compare with what Edward and Bella shared under your careful hand.Nothing.
Do you understand the pain you have/are/will caused/causing/cause?
DO YOU?
It’s reached near pandemic proportions!
And yet as much as I despise you, oh lovely Ms. Meyer, I cannot hate what you have done.
I cannot hate the ease with which I have fallen into the angsty, introspective love affair between myself and your books. I cannot hate the minimal comfort, escape, you have given me with your promises of magical and dazzling love.
But I am still pretty pissed off about the rest of the world going to mush around me.
Jeez.
