1 definition by TwilightIsBad
An unoriginal piece of literature that encourages girls (ages 5-25) to do ANYTHING to get and keep a man. Includes the following:
1. If the man you're in love with is indeed a vegetarian vampire, it's okay to let him kiss your neck because OF COURSE he won't try to drink your blood.
2. If the man you love is gone and you hear his voice in your head, it means you should do anything, even jump off a cliff, to hear it.
3. I was being sarcastic, so DO NOT do these things. Thank you.
Also encourages girls experimenting with different guys. Bella, the protagonist, believes she has fallen in love with Jacob, while really he is in love with an unborn baby inside her womb. Imagine what would have happened if she'd chosen HIM. :)
1. If the man you're in love with is indeed a vegetarian vampire, it's okay to let him kiss your neck because OF COURSE he won't try to drink your blood.
2. If the man you love is gone and you hear his voice in your head, it means you should do anything, even jump off a cliff, to hear it.
3. I was being sarcastic, so DO NOT do these things. Thank you.
Also encourages girls experimenting with different guys. Bella, the protagonist, believes she has fallen in love with Jacob, while really he is in love with an unborn baby inside her womb. Imagine what would have happened if she'd chosen HIM. :)
Twilight "New Moon" examples:
He was gone.
With shaky legs, ignoring the fact that my action was useless, I followed him into the forest.
The evidence of his path had disappeared instantly. There were no footprints, the leaves were
still again, but I walked forward without thinking. I could not do anything else. I had to keep
moving. If I stopped looking for him, it was over.
Love, life, meaning... over.
--
I was getting better with my bike, which meant fewer bandages to worry Charlie. But it also
meant that the voice in my head began to fade, until I heard it no more. Quietly, I panicked. I
threw myself into the search for the meadow with slightly frenzied intensity. I racked my
brain for other adrenaline-producing activities.
--
ALL OF THE ABOVE ARE BAD THINGS TO DO.
He was gone.
With shaky legs, ignoring the fact that my action was useless, I followed him into the forest.
The evidence of his path had disappeared instantly. There were no footprints, the leaves were
still again, but I walked forward without thinking. I could not do anything else. I had to keep
moving. If I stopped looking for him, it was over.
Love, life, meaning... over.
--
I was getting better with my bike, which meant fewer bandages to worry Charlie. But it also
meant that the voice in my head began to fade, until I heard it no more. Quietly, I panicked. I
threw myself into the search for the meadow with slightly frenzied intensity. I racked my
brain for other adrenaline-producing activities.
--
ALL OF THE ABOVE ARE BAD THINGS TO DO.
by TwilightIsBad December 6, 2009