Alrighty. So we're gonna play a little game. I'm going to be Morpheus, and you get to be Neo, only, this isn’t the Matrix, this is real life, and you’re going to have to chose whether you want to take the red pill and become illuminated, or take the blue pill and go back to dream land.
There’s a little story going around about a couple of young teenagers in love, goes by the name of Twilight. And before you a whoop and scream, “OMG! I LOVE EDWARD!” I just want you to shut up and think for yourself. (By the way, this first one goes out mostly for the ladies)
I have to ask, what smart, independent young woman would ever allow herself to become infatuated with such a monster, and no, I don’t just mean a vampire. I mean a full on bastard pig of a man. No, he doesn’t even deserve the term of man. Forget good looks, they don’t mean anything, as Jane Austin points out so many times. How does this Edward treat Bella? Like a princess? Like he actually cares for her well being? No. She’s his possession, his obsession, his drug as he even states himself. This my friends, is not a healthy relationship. Any man who needs you so much that he controls everything you do, stalks you wherever you go, and creeps into your room at night to watch you sleep is a CREEPER. Do we recognize this term? This is the kind of man we ladies take beginner’s karate for. We kick them in the balls and say good-bye!
Why deal with such temper tantrums or fear that some day this guy might snap and eat your face off? It just doesn’t make sense to me. Any woman with an ounce of self respect would walk away from this creep and not even let someone of a lower self esteem get ensnared in his treacherous trap.
I just don’t understand why people get obsessed with things for the wrong reasons. People like Twilight because Edward’s hot. Ok, so what? In The Lord of the Rings, that big flaming eye, Sauron, he was the bad guy, but he was also supposed to be very beautiful in his human form. And I guess Peter Jackson saw the same things I see in today’s ignorant movie audience. You can’t show evil as being beautiful, which is why Jackson showed Sauron either as the weird floating eye or as death incarnated in spiky armor.
And now the rest of you can join me if you’re not slamming your face into a wall wondering ‘why me?’
Today my mom asked me about the movie The Watchmen. In a previous status of mine I stated that I’d skipped out on the movie to see another, but I have read the graphic novel none the less. Anyways, my mom comes up to me all in a tizzy because she heard from one of her girl friends at work that there was a naked man in The Watchman and his penis was out the entire movie. Then she rounds on me because apparently the whole movie is about sex. I’m surprised lesbians didn’t come up.
But if anyone’s actually read the novel or even seen the movie, you know that’s not what it’s really all about. One by one, these heroes of a while back are being picked off, and they’re trying to save themselves, and of course the world. And you know why Dr. Manhattan is always naked; he’s a freakin’ atom bomb! The radiation in that sucker’s gonna deteriorate the clothes anyways, so why wear them? These things make sense. Loving a man because…wait a minute, why did Bella love Edward? Hmm.
So I’ll leave you with that, and um, the red and blue pills.