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You do you want to know what just chaps my panties? No? Too bad, I'm going to tell you anyway. It's this Twilight crap. All the girls in my class read/wearing it while all the boys are reading those Lighting Theft series... Or whatever. What happened to Harry Potter? When did those become passé? Anyway. Twilight. Yeah, I know there are some grown women out there that squirt their panties over the books, the movies and that modern-day-opium-poet chic boy, Robert Whatever (that doesn't know the meaning of a shower); but, I never got it. I read, like, a hundred pages of the first book and I felt like my brain was hemorrhaging and had to put it down. But everyone goes apeshit of them, it becomes best sellers and then movies that just breeds this new kind of single-minded mania that just scares the crap out of me.
It's all just insane and just makes me question if we humans should keep breeding, as I sit here five months pregnant being a hypocritical bitch. So, I guess I'll just retract that last statement. What I'm getting at is just how when something like this gets so big and blown up, all rational reasoning and ethical shit gets thrown out the window; and somewhere, someone told these masses of hormone crazed mobs that it's okay and totally justifiable.
Example? You know that kid that plays the Indian kid? He's like, what? Seventeen? And he's gone around telling this story to interviewers about his "crazy experience with Twilight fans" and he comes up with a woman he describes as a 'Twilight Mom.' How she went to some signing with her daughter, got up to the table and clutches at this kid and says she's wearing panties that read "Team Taylor" and if she could slip them off and he sign them for her. The daughter had the decency to do what any pre-teen does when their parent is embarrassing them and exclaimed, "Mom!" And what does 'Twilight Mom' do? She turns to her kid and say, and I quote, "Honey, don’t worry. This is what we do at these things."
That. That right there is what craps my panties about this whole "thing." The books, the movies, the "mania" blows reality out of the damn water. A forty-something soccer mom went up to a seventeen year old boy and said, "Hey, I've got panties with your name on it. Sign them for me?" and saw nothing wrong with it. Jesus Christ.
sorce
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