It's not hard to guess what drives many Twilight haters. It has to involve powerful emotions, because I, for instance, have no interest in "Lord of the Rings" or "Titanic" and yet feel no need to bash such movies or their stars (even tho Leo really is a sexless weenie, except at the bar in "Blood Diamond"). But suspicious numbers of people feel compelled to shout their hatred of Twilight in general and Edward/Rob Pattinson in particular.
About the female haters, well, who cares. Possibly some resent the series out of conflicted feelings about the loss of their virginity a zillion times over—experiencing not guilt but a feeling of worthlessness. Let's all move on, ladies. Tomorrow is another day.
The reactions of men are worth exploring, though, because, let's face it: Few if any of us will ever meet Edward or Rob. In fact, appeal of Twilight and Robward is that it remind us of what it is like to want something, and someone, hard. So it is in our interest to find real men who will make us feel that way in real life.
I totally get why men in general have little interest in Twilight. It's a chick flick, however much the hyped vampire scenes and wolf scenes may pretend to be serious "action." But all men who have heard of Twilight surely have noticed that girls and women like it, luuuuurve it, and generally are fainting all over the place for its sparkly star. So the big mystery is why men don't at least fake it. Women have been faking it for years. And men have been trying to bed them for longer than that.
So I've been tormented for months now, more than a year really, by the vexing question of why men so stubbornly refuse to notice or care how EASY it would be to seduce chicks by showing some Edward-like behavior, or at least awareness of same. It doesn't compute.
Well, guess what? Twilight may be a fiction but Rob Pattinson is not. And it's been dawning on my tiny brain that resentment of Rob's appeal—he's not even available and yet chicks flock to him, they flock!!—that this jealousy is even more powerful than any desire to attract women. To many other guys, he's like a smack in the face, a reproach, a big "Guess what, Asshole. You'll never be a babe magnet like I am.
Now comes confirmation of a sort, in Rob's March 2011 Vanity Fair interview. After yammering on about wacky female fans and the impossibility of having a normal life (egged on by the interviewer no doubt, but also not really giving a fuck about what he said in yet another boring chat) Rob also mentioned another hazard of being himself.
“Or I’ll be walking down the street,” he says, “and people’ll be like, ‘Fuck you!’ ” He laughs. “And I get a lot of people wanting to beat me up. Men in bars and stuff. I just leave.”
BINGO. Men in bars want to beat him up? Jealous. Jealous. Jealous. Of course, they're no good to us in that state. Hence a School for Edwards, or the hope at least, of reprogramming them to channel their jealousy into something constructive and, uh oh, rewarding for the rest of us.
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