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Thoughts on the "Twilight Mom" Phenomenon

Or Twi-moms, or whatever the hell they are.  I haven't been sucked into the vortex myself, so pardon me if I'm not all down with the lingo.

First off, yes, I think it's ridiculous.  I admire the beauty of virile youth as much as anyone, but I prefer to keep a lid on it and admire quietly.  Just sayin'.

So there was a picture on a blog somewhere, most likely one of the offspring of I Can Has Cheezburger, that showed a bunch of grown women going all Beatlemania over Twilight.  I assume it was a showing of New Moon, or an appearance of the male stars thereof.  The text added below the photo stated that if this were a crowd of 40-year-old men screaming for a 17-year-old girl, someone would call the police.

At the time, I laughed. "Oh, guffaw, 'tis funny because 'tis true!"  And a rueful headshake at society and its silly double standards.

I've come to feel, however, that there is a reason that society has these double standards.  By and large, women are a prey species.*  A 40-something woman is far less likely to have the urge** or the ability to rape a teenage boy, beat him to within an inch of his life, and leave him for dead in a ditch.  This difference, for me, at least, adds a frightening underlying aspect to men--especially in "packs"--ogling women that just isn't there when the roles are reversed.  It's a group of Thompson's gazelles stalking a male lion.  Not that threatening, perhaps kinda cute, and certainly silly.

So.  Just a mentally random, randomly mental, thought for you today.

xoxo

~E

Now obviously my own experiences (which do not include being beaten nearly to death and left in a ditch, thankfully) have colored my perceptions.  I only have my own perceptions to work with, hey?  It's how these things work.

 

* Yes, I know that some women could kick the shit out of a man if necessary, whether they are larger than he is or not.

** No, I do not believe that all men everywhere have to constantly suppress the urge to rape and/or pillage.

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Still no heat, though the heating guy should be coming back this afternoon with the part we need to fix things.  Also, my husband removed about a 3-month-old kitten's worth of hair from inside my machine, and things seem to be working.  For now.  I'm still not convinced that the new components aren't responsible for my wacky WarCraft connection issues.  My intarwebz seem to be working fine otherwise.  Well, I should probably be cutting down on my gaming, anyway.

Finished reading A Kiss of Shadows last night, and can honestly say that I enjoyed the book.  I have a few of the series that I ordered when I was still a fan of the Anita Blake books, but didn't read them after the Anita Blake books degenerated into a whole lot of nothing.  I was quite frankly afraid to waste more of my time.  But someone mentioned that the books, while still some good smut, weren't full of the angsty bullshit that the Blake novels were filling up with so I thought I'd give them a try.  If I can find where the other installments are in my storage unit, I'll gladly continue the series.  The Merry Gentry series seems like good fun so far.

Last night the husband and I watched the latest Mummy movie, Tomb of the Dragon Emperor.  Oh.  Em.  Gee.  We had to open the windows and light some candles, that movie stank so bad.  The first movie, in my opinion, was pretty friggin' cool.  The second, not so much--but I forgave it because Oded Fehr is the definition of smokin' hot, I liked the design of the Anubis army, and the pygmy mummies were amusing.  TotDE, though...holy shit.  There were some amusing moments, and of course the effects were good, but I'm pretty sure the only way to really enjoy this movie is to be falling-down drunk.  What happened to make the O'Connells fall apart as a family?  I'm pretty sure the events of the second movie should have been a damned good family bonding experience.  What the hell happened to Alex's British accent?  Did he leave it in his other pants?  The one good thing I can say is that the actress plaing Evie did an excellent job of having the same vocal inflections as Rachel Weisz's portayal, keeping something consistent with the character.  Oh, and I did like the costuming for the immortal ladies.  But mainly I just want to scrub my brain with soap and a stiff brush to get this turd out of my head.