Decked in the Head by Twilight
So I think there are very few people in the real world (and even less on the internet) who understand my opinions on the Twilight Saga. As a book, I loathe it. As an author, I loathe Stephenie Meyer. The movie... well, the first one was a passable way to spend an evening, and aesthetically pleasing, and the second one promises to be the same, but nothing truly spectacular. The fandom, generally, I FREAKING LOVE. Especially Twilighted, as the site is intensively moderated, so you get no troll fics, no grammar/spelling fail, no general blood-sucking Mary Sue life-draining BULLSHIT. Other people, who aren't Smeyer, can actually write the stories pretty well. It's beautifully ironic. I've even written one, The Road Not Taken (linked to fanfiction.net, also available on Twilighted), in which one reviewer commented that, "I swear you write better than [Stephenie] Meyer, you make the characters much more realistic and you have a great talent for descriptive language".
Eat THAT, Smeyer. I even kept the sparkly-vampire canon, and I still kicked your lame ass!
I can go on for HOURS about each individual thing I hate about Smeyer's stories, but well, there are other sources for that - my dismantle of New Moon (and eventually the entire series - oh yes, Midnight Sun included) on Made of Wynn, for instance. What I'm here to tell you about is my super-freaking-fun experience at the mall today.
Now, anyone who knows me can tell you that I'm piss-ass broke all the time. Having gone into debt at the tender young age of eighteen (aka the second banks start "pre-approving" you for credit cards), I am now on a three-year plan to get out of debt. In the meantime, I get exactly $120 of spending money out of each check. Sounds like a good bit of money, in theory, but the term "spending money" is misleading. It isn't "free-for-all-have-fun" money. It's for "this-does-not-come-in-bill-form" expenses, such as gas (my Subaru easily guzzles up $60 of my money every two weeks, just to get to work and school) and my two long-time addictions: nicotine (weighing in at about $35 a pay period) and energy drinks (about $20). You see, that leaves me with about $5 when all is said and done.
Anyway, this is relevant because this last pay period, I bought the new Kingdom Hearts game for my Nintendo DS. It was enjoyable, but not my cup of tea (I prefer turn-based RPGs, instead of real-time), so I decided to sell it back to GameStop before the value decreased horribly, so that I may still enjoy some nicotine until Thursday, pay day.
So there I go wandering into the mall, all relaxed and just wanting to do this one little thing, staring at the gaudy Christmas decorations and listening to the horrible Christmas music (please note that it's not even within three weeks of Thanksgiving yet), when I HEAR IT.
THE TWIMOM.
THE TWIMOM TO END ALL TWIMOMS.
THE TWIMOM TO END ALL TWIMOMS, FIGHTING WITH ANOTHER TWIMOM OVER AN EDWARD CULLEN NEW MOON CARDBOARD CUTOUT IN FYE.
Did you just say "what the fuck"?
Because my mind was screaming it at that moment.
But, being the person that I am - one with a sharp tongue that can be very brutal when provoked, but also incredibly lazy - I go on about my way, towards GameStop.
But you know something happened, because I wouldn't waste my time telling this story if it didn't.
As I was wandering by, cluching my game and pondering what these forty-something-year-old women could possibly want with an Rpatzz cardboard cutout (before having to refrain from vomitting in my mouth and deciding I didn't want to know), they get into an all-out BRAWL.
OLD LADY BRAWL.
IN THE MALL.
And ladies and gents, I know that there are big malls in the world, and there are ones that regularly have something going down - but that is not my mall. My town's mall consists of maybe twenty stores (including restaurants) and you have to walk around it six times to walk a mile. Yeah. It's that tiny.
So this sort of thing - is simply not done. And I cannot help but stop and stare, my mouth agape, as I watched this faggotry play out.
PLEASE PLEASE paint yourself a mental image -
Two rural housewives (dumpy, with love-handles, crochet-knit sweaters, teased-up hair, braless, the whole nine yards) ARE PHYSICALLY FIGHTING EACH OTHER over a promotional cardboard cutout of ROBERT PATTINSON just inside of FYE.
So they slap-fight for a bit, and keep shouting, management's going crazy, management points out that THEY CAN'T BUY IT YET ANYWAY because it's still in use as a promotional item, and will be until a bit after New Moon hits the shelves on DVD, they don't listen, and just keep fighting.
By this point, our little mall-cop force of FIVE men comes running down the mall. I am dying laughing by this point. It's the most amazing thing I've ever seen.
Until, that is, one of the twimoms got hit in the head with the cardboard cutout. She was more surprised than anything because come on, it's cardboard. But it angers her (TWIZILLA ANGRY!) and so she slaps the other twimom across the face. Up until this point, hits had been restricted to hands, arms, shoulders, and such in true pussy-fight brawling fashion.
So the other twimom has had enough of this, throws down Rpatzz's sexy two-dimensional sparkly body, and pushes the first twimom.
Irony of ironies, the twimom falls backwards - directly into the display for the first movie, which Edward had apparently been keeping dilligent watch over.