"I’ve been marathoning Twilight movies all day, which has been totally enjoyable… and I’m thinking about how easy it becomes to dehumanize the creator or fans of something extremely popular. I’ve done this, too. I made fun of the Twilight movies without even having watched them. I’m sorry for that, and embarrassed. When we make fun of Twilight, we’re ridiculing the enthusiasm people have for unironic love stories. Have we nothing better to satirize? Yes, you can read misogynistic gender dynamics into the stories, but tens of millions of people have also proven that you don’t HAVE to. Do we really believe that tens of millions of people who found themselves comforted and inspired by these stories are merely wrong? Isn’t our disdain FAR more misogynistic than anything in the stories? Art that is entertaining and useful to people is a good thing to have in this world. And I’m grateful for it and celebrate it. So big ups to the Twilight fandom, and to Stephenie Meyer, who has been relentlessly attacked professionally and personally over Twilight…in ways that male authors of love stories never are. I’m gonna go back to watching the movies now. /rant”
“No,” Kristen cooed as she watched her daughter pull on the dog’s tail again.
The baby threw her head back and let out a belly laugh as she drooled and revealed her two newest teeth. Releasing the dog, she clapped her hands together and shimmied around, showing her amusement with the new game she’d discovered.
“It’s not funny,” Kristen chuckled as she shook her head and continued to put the groceries away. Rob came into the kitchen with the last bag from the car just in time to see his little one reach out and grab Bear’s tail with both of her pudgy hands and tug.