Sunday, August 24, 2008
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Edward Anthony Mason Cullen: Heartthrob?
Has it gotten that bad ladies? Has the dating pool dwindled to the point where you’re fantasizing about some make-believe, devilishly good-looking vampire?
For those of you who don’t know, there is a very popular book series by Stephenie Meyer. It focuses on a young vampire, Edward, that feels that eating the blood of humans is morally wrong. So him and his family stop turning humans into vampires, and/or killing them (depending on your view – is lacking a soul dying?). Anyway, Edward falls in love with a girl named Isabella who the book charmingly refers to as “Bella.” How convenient! He has an overwhelming desire to drink her blood, but knows he must resist. Edward does anything and everything to protect her from fatality, including other vampires. The series focuses on their romantic relationship, including discussions about when and how they should have sex (before or after marriage) and how and when she should be turned into a vampire so they can share an eternal life together.
The teenage girl in me reading the description began to fall for this handsome vampire. I was thrown into the excitement and adrenaline rush of someone (namely a man) caring so much for a loved one. Not to mention he’s super-hot and smokin’ sexy. Every vampire is, right? It’s the allure of wanting something forbidden, a soul-less creature in human form.
The feminist soon came through with her marching band, shouting obscenities. Ludicrous!, she shouted. “Whose cockamamie idea was this!?” Not only does this book idealize and lovingly dramatize the conflict, and VERY POSSIBLE FATALITY!!!! in a teenage relationship, but it brings back archaic elements like sex before marriage! Jesus! Literally!
This book only concretes and uplifts the “dangerous relationship.” Trust me, I know, I have an affection for danger. I like the feeling of, I might die! Or… I could be physically hurt! So, reading this I began to fall right into this deathtrap and immediately reeled back, recognizing this book for what it is. It is about a man, a powerful man, a man with the capability to take this girls’ life, to change it and make it become something foreign and terrible. She will be without a soul. Edward can steal Bella's soul! Is anyone else jumping up and screaming like me right now!? There is a crucial element missing in this book that is present within most human beings, or decent human beings anyway, and that is a basic morality, one of respect for life.
Human life is hard enough, why make yourself into a vampire? Why, for love? Seriously?
There are no such thing as soulmates, kids. No such thing. So as romantic as this idea sounds, the "I want to make myself into a vampire so we can be together forever idea," will blow up in their faces. Edward describes the smell of Bella’s blood as intoxicating, the sweetest he’s ever smelled. Guess what Eddie? If she’s a vampire, she won’t smell so delicious, and maybe that blonde chick over there in the cheerleading outfit will suddenly become the apple of your eye, or should I say mouth?
For those of you who don’t know, there is a very popular book series by Stephenie Meyer. It focuses on a young vampire, Edward, that feels that eating the blood of humans is morally wrong. So him and his family stop turning humans into vampires, and/or killing them (depending on your view – is lacking a soul dying?). Anyway, Edward falls in love with a girl named Isabella who the book charmingly refers to as “Bella.” How convenient! He has an overwhelming desire to drink her blood, but knows he must resist. Edward does anything and everything to protect her from fatality, including other vampires. The series focuses on their romantic relationship, including discussions about when and how they should have sex (before or after marriage) and how and when she should be turned into a vampire so they can share an eternal life together.
The teenage girl in me reading the description began to fall for this handsome vampire. I was thrown into the excitement and adrenaline rush of someone (namely a man) caring so much for a loved one. Not to mention he’s super-hot and smokin’ sexy. Every vampire is, right? It’s the allure of wanting something forbidden, a soul-less creature in human form.
The feminist soon came through with her marching band, shouting obscenities. Ludicrous!, she shouted. “Whose cockamamie idea was this!?” Not only does this book idealize and lovingly dramatize the conflict, and VERY POSSIBLE FATALITY!!!! in a teenage relationship, but it brings back archaic elements like sex before marriage! Jesus! Literally!
This book only concretes and uplifts the “dangerous relationship.” Trust me, I know, I have an affection for danger. I like the feeling of, I might die! Or… I could be physically hurt! So, reading this I began to fall right into this deathtrap and immediately reeled back, recognizing this book for what it is. It is about a man, a powerful man, a man with the capability to take this girls’ life, to change it and make it become something foreign and terrible. She will be without a soul. Edward can steal Bella's soul! Is anyone else jumping up and screaming like me right now!? There is a crucial element missing in this book that is present within most human beings, or decent human beings anyway, and that is a basic morality, one of respect for life.
Human life is hard enough, why make yourself into a vampire? Why, for love? Seriously?
There are no such thing as soulmates, kids. No such thing. So as romantic as this idea sounds, the "I want to make myself into a vampire so we can be together forever idea," will blow up in their faces. Edward describes the smell of Bella’s blood as intoxicating, the sweetest he’s ever smelled. Guess what Eddie? If she’s a vampire, she won’t smell so delicious, and maybe that blonde chick over there in the cheerleading outfit will suddenly become the apple of your eye, or should I say mouth?
Friday, August 8, 2008
Grossness, in human form.
A few MONTHS ago, Sho introduced me to a book featuring a certain character, no no poor choice of words. A total asshole cuntrag.
Tucker
Tucker Max. He wrote a book, which I won't plug the title of because I still think it's stupid and childish. Basically it's about a guy who has sex with a shitload of girls, while simultaneously managing to not use any human brain function at all. His outright admission of his disrespect for women is outstanding. He is one of those men that gives you a mental illness. Yes, I said it. I'm blaming men for mental illness in women. (More on this later).
When I first read some excerpts online of his book, I thought he was an asshole. An immature asshole that thinks its funny to pee inside of girls pussies. Sho owns the book, and actually read it. And I have to admit, as much as I resisted, I fell victim to reading several chapters that afternoon and laughing out loud at some of the passages. I even gasped once or twice and exclaimed, "No, that didn't really happen!" However, I had to admit it was entertaining.
But entertainment has a limit. Things can only be entertaining to a point. And this asshole cuntrag has surpassed any limitation. He must be taken down, one pubic hair at a time. If I ever see him on the mean streets of New York City, I pray it's on the empty stairs of a subway station somewhere on the lonely west side. Or a bar such as, Mad River (it seems a logical place to date rape a girl).
I met him with rage at first, then a slight acceptance, and now... it's pure disgust. Tucker Max, you are a disgusting person. You should seek intensive therapy and possibly a stint with electro-shock therapy because a person like you, that treats women the way that you do, with total disregard, labels you as a psychopath. You are a clever actor, a good liar. Yet, while everyone thinks that you are insensitive and being "a man", we both know that you are a hollow shell, and that is what makes your dick limp at night. Yes, you despise yourself and your mediocre cock, and your mediocre fucks, and your mediocre intellectual ability.
And now, I'm mad that I even posted about you - but I see the herp in your future.. and I'm being generous.
See below for an excerpt of a post written by "Bunny" (his ex-girlfriend) which was promptly removed by this asshole off his messageboards for fear that people would discover that his disrespect is not all in good fun. [Fast forward to the present: "Bunny" is being treated for depression].
"Humiliating
Last night Tucker blew me off. Again.
I went insane. I cut off all my hair with kitchen scissors like Frida Khalo. Today I examined the fallout...I also thought, "Bunny... there is something terribly awry. Why are you so angry?...
[Note: This is truly humiliating...I wish to God these FACTS were fabricated or embellished, but the awful truth is that they are not].
What it is like to date Tucker Max.
-He will tell you he loves you and wants to have children with you. When you then get pregnant, he will say that he has about two to four more years of drinking and whoring left to do, so a baby isn't in the cards. He will coerce you into an abortion by threatening to give away your dog if you try to have the child. Then he will be evasive so that you will be forced to dump him and he can get off scot-free."
Reality check, please?
Tucker
Tucker Max. He wrote a book, which I won't plug the title of because I still think it's stupid and childish. Basically it's about a guy who has sex with a shitload of girls, while simultaneously managing to not use any human brain function at all. His outright admission of his disrespect for women is outstanding. He is one of those men that gives you a mental illness. Yes, I said it. I'm blaming men for mental illness in women. (More on this later).
When I first read some excerpts online of his book, I thought he was an asshole. An immature asshole that thinks its funny to pee inside of girls pussies. Sho owns the book, and actually read it. And I have to admit, as much as I resisted, I fell victim to reading several chapters that afternoon and laughing out loud at some of the passages. I even gasped once or twice and exclaimed, "No, that didn't really happen!" However, I had to admit it was entertaining.
But entertainment has a limit. Things can only be entertaining to a point. And this asshole cuntrag has surpassed any limitation. He must be taken down, one pubic hair at a time. If I ever see him on the mean streets of New York City, I pray it's on the empty stairs of a subway station somewhere on the lonely west side. Or a bar such as, Mad River (it seems a logical place to date rape a girl).
I met him with rage at first, then a slight acceptance, and now... it's pure disgust. Tucker Max, you are a disgusting person. You should seek intensive therapy and possibly a stint with electro-shock therapy because a person like you, that treats women the way that you do, with total disregard, labels you as a psychopath. You are a clever actor, a good liar. Yet, while everyone thinks that you are insensitive and being "a man", we both know that you are a hollow shell, and that is what makes your dick limp at night. Yes, you despise yourself and your mediocre cock, and your mediocre fucks, and your mediocre intellectual ability.
And now, I'm mad that I even posted about you - but I see the herp in your future.. and I'm being generous.
See below for an excerpt of a post written by "Bunny" (his ex-girlfriend) which was promptly removed by this asshole off his messageboards for fear that people would discover that his disrespect is not all in good fun. [Fast forward to the present: "Bunny" is being treated for depression].
"Humiliating
Last night Tucker blew me off. Again.
I went insane. I cut off all my hair with kitchen scissors like Frida Khalo. Today I examined the fallout...I also thought, "Bunny... there is something terribly awry. Why are you so angry?...
[Note: This is truly humiliating...I wish to God these FACTS were fabricated or embellished, but the awful truth is that they are not].
What it is like to date Tucker Max.
-He will tell you he loves you and wants to have children with you. When you then get pregnant, he will say that he has about two to four more years of drinking and whoring left to do, so a baby isn't in the cards. He will coerce you into an abortion by threatening to give away your dog if you try to have the child. Then he will be evasive so that you will be forced to dump him and he can get off scot-free."
Reality check, please?
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