New Moon, New Perspective

"Honey, what movie will you under no circumstances go see with me?" my friend asked her husband.  The four of us were munching pizza, putting together a puzzle and watching the season premiere of V on their magnificent television screen.

"Craplight," he responded, without even turning his head from the screen.  Rob guffawed.  "You're not really going to go see that thing, are you?"

She rolled her eyes.  "See what I mean?  It'll have to be a girl's night."

I feel like I've written about Twilight before, but I can't find the entry, so maybe it only existed in my head.  I read the books last summer after realizing just how important they were to the demographic I teach in school.  I didn't love them, but they were good page-turners, and I could see why teenage girls loved them so much.  The heroine is dating a guy who won't kiss her for more than a few minutes at a time.  Forget about him actually trying to take advantage of her.  It's mysterious, romantic and caters to the all the domestic impulses that teenage girls love in their heart of hearts, false bravado and liberated feminism notwithstanding. I was underwhelmed by the first movie, but intrigued enough to buy a ticket for the second one.  Mostly, I think it's the books that drew me in. I know a lot of women who fall into this boat -- even Marketa Irglova mentioned the series in a self-deprecating anecdote [when I saw her in concert last night!]

But I couldn't have said it better than Caitlin Flanagan did a year ago.  I just found the fascinating piece, What Girls Want, and I recommend you read it -- especially if you're a literary snob who thinks the books are terrible.  They are, in many ways, but they are also important; they show how much girls still want to be girls, and resent being forced into womanhood so early, and long for the days when romance was a dizzying, respectful, tantalizing affair.