Why Twilight is Terrible
Why Twilight is Terrible
I am a big fan of female empowerment because equality is just really damn sexy. The whole Twilight series, is, as far as I can tell, the very antithesis of this idea. Now, fans, I know you are probably struggling to contain your urges to bite [my head off], but please hear me out, because I think this is legitimately important.
Let’s walk through the basic idea, shall we? Start with a 100+ year old immortal guy, who, we are well assured is very, very, very good looking, and sparkles for some reason. Add a female character so devoid of personality, substance and description that she can effectively serve as a Mary-Sue surrogate for the naive 13-year old girls (or 13-year old girls at heart) of the world. Throw in an abstinence obsession so convoluted and bizarre that it could only have been hatched from someone who has some serious misconceptions about sex, and then layer heavily with an abusive and unhealthy relationship.
Bella Mary-Sue is pretty much useless before Eddie comes along, and from what I can tell, that seems to be the continuing theme through the entire series. But as soon as her man comes along, everything is flipping sunshine and daisies. I mean, sure, he watches her all the time, even when they aren’t dating and he doesn’t have any justifiable reason to be anywhere near her. Then, after an eternity of longing gazes and hack writing, they finally consummate the relationship like horny teens the world over. Oh wait, they don’t, even though Bella really wants to. Edward remains firmly in control of their physical relationship, because he is a man vampire, and that’s the end of the discussion. So this centagenarian is stringing this virgin along without even allowing her to kiss him. But it’s LOVE, you say. BULLSHIT. This has all the markings of Stockholm syndrome as well as emotional torture.
It gets worse. In the second book, after Eddie the asshole unilaterally decides to end the relationship, Bella is destroyed. We’ve all been there, and written our fair share of emo poetry(or is that just me?). A healthy person develops some self reliance and independence, and usually comes out a better person. Our role model? She just gets into another fucking relationship with some other creepily obsessed guy (spoiler alert) who also turns out to be a werewolf, and then everything is better. Yes, women of the world, you can only be happy if you have a strong, perfect man who is completely obsessed with you. This guy even introduces her to his family, which is full of other ‘normal’ relationships, including a fiance who was beaten to the point of death by the man werewolf. But she LOVES him. That’s not love, that’s abuse, and there isn’t a single person in the world that deserves that, and I don’t care how nice his pecs are or how much he really, really wants to fuck kiss you. Oh, I might add that the women only refer to themselves in relation to their man, in an implicitly subservient fashion (vampire girl or wolf girl).
I understand this is fiction, but it is serving as a model relationship to the millions of readers who are at this very moment debating fervently which of the two misogynistic assholes is the best. These women are internalizing the model of a man at the centre of one’s happiness, where emotional and physical torture is just part of the package of love. Sure, it’s just a book, but its ideas are setting the modern gender-empowered female back about a hundred years.