Vampires. They’re everywhere lately; I can’t seem to turn on the TV, pick up a magazine or surf the web without being bombarded by them. The entire world seems to be under their bloody spell, and I just don’t get it. Their recent resurgence in popularity began with the Twilight series, which everyone was (or is) completely obsessed with. It was like the Harry Potter phenomenon with a dash of blood and a heap of sexual chemistry (or so I gather.) Then, HBO came out with the show True Blood, in which vampires live among the rest of us, slurping manufactured blood. It’s hard core, hard to watch television that would freak even Buffy out. I couldn’t get through a single episode.
It’s surprising actually, that I’m not riding the vampire train– it’s totally something that should be up my supernatural alley. Witches, ghosts, paranormal… that stuff I get. Love it, in fact. When I’m at Borders, I seem to be magnetically drawn to the occult section. I could read book after book on near death experiences and communicating with the dead. My favorite TV shows and movies all revolve around witchcraft, aliens or the afterlife. Charmed? I know every episode by heart. Judgement City? I dream of such a place. I’m only mildly embarrassed to admit loving Ghost Whisperer and feel like I’ve struck gold when stumbling upon old episodes of The X Files, Twilight Zone and Roswell.
But for some reason, I just can’t get into the pale, perverted anemics who everybody seems to adore. The frail, fanged look just doesn’t do it for me; I prefer a little more meat on my men’s bones and am a stickler for good dental hygiene. The mere sight of blood makes me squeamish and I have yet to give it without nearly fainting. And the thought of someone sucking it out of my neck? No, thank you.
So, help me out here: Am I alone in wanting my heartthrobs mortal? And, if you are counting down the days until the Twilight movie release, what’s up with this fascination? I doubt I’ll end up joining you on the dark side, but I’d love to at least understand it…