I heard about the Twilight Saga a year or so ago.� You would have to live under a rock (or a coffin! ba-da-dum) to have missed the collective sigh from teen-aged girls across the world.� What surprised me was that in that sigh I could also hear the moans of women, particularly mothers, in their 30s.
My first encounter with a vocal “Twilight Mom” happened last year during Mikey’s Thanksgiving feast at preschool.� The movie was set to release that night and she was positively apoplectic with anticipation.� She was helping my friend, Judi, and I set the table for 37 walking petri dishes when she burst.
“I just, I just, I just can’t even wait.� Are you Twilight fans?”� The last sentence came out in a heady rush.
“No, can’t say that I am.� I haven’t read any of the books.”� I couldn’t keep the smug tone out of my voice.� Hah!� You won’t catch me making such a stay-at-home-mom move like that.� Never.
“The movie tickets go on sale tonight and my friends and I are going to stand in line.� I was hoping I could just talk to some people about the series until then.� I just love it so much…”
A paper napkin slipped from my fingers and fluttered slowly to the knee-high table before me.� Judi and I shared a glance that said this woman might be one taco short of a combo plate.� I couldn’t resist playing a little bit with the crazy.
“I don’t really get the appeal.� So, like, it’s about a 100+ year old vampire having sex with a teenager?”
Twilight Mom gasped.� “Oh no!� Edward would never do that.� He’s a perfect gentleman.”
Okay.� Done playing with crazy.� I have a personal rule against antagonizing strangers who defend paper characters as real, living, people.� I call it The Rule of 5150, and I employed it immediately.
Months went by, and I continued to hear testimonies from devoted fans.� I was starting to lose my patience.� Mainly because I knew I would eventually have to read at least the first book because, petulant child that I am, I hate to be on the outside of a conversation.� I decided last Tuesday to pick up the first book and see what all the fuss was about.
On Sunday I finished book 4 and the draft of book 5 you can find on Stephanie Meyer’s website.� Then I watched the movie.
My metamorphosis into suburban stay-at-home-mom is almost complete.� Next week I am going to buy wedge flip-flops and capri pants.
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