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I Like Vampires, But I Wouldn't Want to Date One

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So Twilight kicked ass at the Teen Choice Awards this week, picking up 11 highly prestigious trophies for groundbreaking stuff like "Choice Movie Rumble" and "Choice Movie Liplock." And the news just made me sigh, and feel very old, and very tired.

Because vampires? Sorry, kids. I am so over vampires.

It's not that I begrudge today's teens, tweens and "Twilight moms" their love for vamps. It's just that I've got a couple of decades of vampire books, movies, and TV shows under my belt while for them, the honeymoon period with broody blood-suckers is still in full swing. If Robert Pattinson looks more to me like a pouty emo kid who should be serving up my triple sugar-free vanilla latte than a 104-year-old creature of the night, that says more about me than it says about Twilight fans. I've been reading about vampires, watching movies with vampires, and enjoying the occasional TV show about vampires longer than many of them have been alive -- and honestly, I've never understood why women find them so dreamy.

Of course, I never got the fascination with that particular breed of male hero at all, going all the way back to my early exposure to chick-lit and romance novels. I like my men funny, personable, and emotionally available. The vaguely dangerous bad boy with his gloomy demeanor, quick temper and withholding of affection, who only opens up when he finally finds True Love in the arms of the heroine ... that's not for me. I'd have kicked Heathcliff to the curb for being whiny and self-centered, and Mr. Darcy's rudeness would have placed him firmly on my uh-uh, not-in-a-million-years list. Vampires are merely a more cold-blooded take on the same hard-to-wrangle men that star in all those books with the ripped-shirt Fabios on the covers.



Now, I do enjoy horror. I'll happily place The Lost Boys, Near Dark, Nosferatu (both the Murnau and Herzog versions), From Dusk 'Til Dawn, and any number of other vamp flicks on my list of best-loved movies. I was a devoted watcher of TV's Angel, even after it devolved into nonsense. My weekly viewing of HBO's True Blood is a guilty pleasure, despite its soapy storylines and terrible acting. I truly love a good vampire story. But do I want to date a vampire? Do I harbor secret longings to have a 400-year-old monster clamp his ice-cold lips on mine and suckle at my carotid artery? Oh, hell no.

When I see the enormous popularity of the Twilight series and the rabid, fantasizing devotion it inspires in young girls, it makes me deeply uncomfortable. Not because of author Stephanie Meyer's silly abstinence-based romantic notions -- honestly, I'm old enough now that I think it's probably a good thing to encourage teens to put off sex for a few years -- but because of the ridiculous notion that a vampire is an ideal boyfriend. I've seen far too many adult women struggle with their singlehood because they believed the messages embedded in Harlequin romances and Hollywood rom-coms. When faced with creating healthy relationships with living, breathing men, their ideals are so out of whack with reality that they're crippled before they even start. Like boys learning about sex from watching porn, when girls learn about love from vampire stories and Regency romances, they enter the playing field with a duffel bag full of misinformation and unmeetable expectations.

Of course, success breeds countless imitations in the entertainment industry so, thanks to Twilight, we'll have a glut of vamp films and TV shows in the next year, until everyone's sick of them and we move on to the next thing. You may remember how everyone was so into pirates for awhile, and then zombies ... one thing you can count on is that no fad lasts forever.

Oh, and werewolves? Don't even get me started.

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