I feel icky inside. Angsty, even. I didn’t want to do it, but that’s exactly why I had to, don’t you understand?
Happy Lollipop Tuesday, kids.
I see some new faces. I really don’t know how you find me, but I’m flattered that you hang out. As a result of your fresh, sparkling smiles, I am obligated to direct you to the top of this page where it explains what exactly a Lollipop Tuesday is. It doesn’t have much to do with Lollipops.
Moving on: I watched the Twilight movie. It doesn’t feel any better saying it the second time. I still haven’t really come to terms with it. I did it because I have this thing about judging things that look stupid without ever actually having an interaction with them. It’s this awful personality trait that convinced me I hated the movie Garden State until I realized one day that I hadn’t even seen it.
I had the same problem with kickball and banana peppers.
I was perfectly happy to go on with my life having never experienced the angst of Bella and Edward and their incredibly effed up relationship. But I started to feel like everyone I know has seen it. This past week one of my highly respected chick friends mentioned that they were going to go see the most recent installment at the theater. I was shocked. Then over Thanksgiving, my brother made an off-handed comment about Dave being a Jake, not an Edward.
I was in a flurry of confusion and discomfort.
So I sat down and rocked myself through it. I was over it about half way through. Or maybe when they said her name was Bella Swan. And not in the “oh Twilight totally sucks” kind of way. The baseball scene was pretty groovy. More like a “this is really awkwardly acted, written, and not entertaining” sort of way. I also have some pretty strong feelings about how it reinforces completely unhealthy relationships for tweens. Come on – she lies to her family, runs away from home, completely blows off would-be friends and high school experiences for a guy who says he’s bad for her, will hurt her, and ultimately wants to feast on her flesh.
There’s something about the way she was ready to give up her entire life at the age of 17 if only it meant she could be with this one guy for the rest of forever that made my stomach feel all funky. I imagine it has the same effect on tween girls but the funky feeling is a little farther south.
And that makes me sad.
But hey: angsty vampire-loving girls will be angsty vampire-loving girls. Let their nether regions be tickled by whatever creepy love stories they please.
You know what the real downer to all of this is? I was going to go see the most recent one at the theater because I have a few free movie passes sitting around. But the cost of the bus back and forth for Dave and I was the same amount as buying the movie online.
…So I bought it. Now I own it. It’s mine.
That’s real heartache. ♣