That which I do, I do for all mankind
I know I’ve been hating on Twilight for some time now. I read the first book and saw the first flick, and at first thought it was a harmless teenybopper phenomenon for chicks who wanted the plot of Wuthering Heights without all the big long words that are hard to read. But the continued popularity of the series is downright disturbing. Twihards have the same effect on me that snot-nosed kids seeking Jar-Jar Binks dolls at Fantasy Bazaar had on Tim. I thought the answer was to rise above, to mock and discredit. But after rewatching Buffy Season 4, I can see what needs to be done. I need to dive into the Hellmouth and experience the horrors for myself, so I can show the world why Buffy needs to stake Bella.
I’m going to read the entire Twilight series. All of it. And I’m going to watch the movies that have been made so far. Yes, it will be painful, but in the end I hope to come out of it a stronger person, armed with the truth and a no-holds-barred comparison of Buffy Summers and Bella Swan. I’m unapologetically apologetic when it comes to Buffy, and by Zarquon I will prove why she is better.
Wish me luck. I’ll need it.
Sometimes we all have a dirty duty to do. Your altruism is recognized and thanked.. although, I’ve gone as far as seeing the first movie.. just to see. I still can’t bring myself to pick up a book.
You’re a better man than I, Gunga Din.
My advice: Drink heavily.
Thank you for the kind encouragement, both of you. My hope is that this journey into the excremental bowels of neo-gothic romance will empower geeks everywhere with the real and true ability to refute Twihards. It’s rare to find a literary and film franchise that attempts to gain credibility as a saga. Usually this kind of obsession with lame-ass pap occurs in pop music, and goes away as quickly as it shows up. But this . . . this is something far more sinister, and it must be defeated.