Several times in the last few months I’ve found myself ranting about cultural conceptions of what makes a man attractive/sexy/hot, and how they’re trending toward waspish, emo, useless boys at the expense of…well…the alternatives. More than once this rant has involved cussing Twilight and sparkly Edward as both a consequence of the trend, and a major dynamo powering its proliferation. I am, of course, completely right in everything I say during this rant, even though I’ve never read Twilight and everything I know about it comes from movie trailers and other people ragging on it.
Unfortunately, it’s possible that some day, somebody will not accept my word as sufficient evidence for my eternal rightness in all things. It’s conceivable that somebody may insist that I should actually know what I’m talking about before I saddle a popular book series with all the blame for a cultural trend that really hast its roots at least as far back as David Bowie.
So I’m wondering; to read, or not to read? Suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous teen hormones, or carry on in happily ventful ignorance?
Anaea Lay 