Yes, I think this pretty much sums up my feelings. I’m all for the death-by-impalement – it’s reciprocal penetration, destroying the penetrator by turning its own symbolism against it and thus denying its power both sexual and lethal – but… scary vampires are better. I mean, walking allegory, hello. What’s worse than looking into the face of a corpse and seeing your own fate reflected there?
I’ve been thinking a lot about vampires. This may have something to do with the fact that I’m watching the first three seasons of Buffy the Vampire Slayer (I’d only ever seen from season four on), or it may be that I’m feeling the temporary loss of True Blood (it’s gotten to be a kind of family tradition ’round here). Whatever the reason, I’ve realized something has been bothering me about modern vampires.
I know vampires are folkloric creatures, and it’s kind of ridiculous to grumble over what is and isn’t supposed to happen with “real vampires” (I actually heard that phrase blurted outside the theater after a showing of Blade). I’m probably one of the only people who didn’t love Twilight and yet wasn’t bothered by the sparklepires… vamparkles? I actually thought it was kind of cool that Stephenie Meyer made her version of the undead into a…
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