Polemic: My Perogative

I need to get something off my chest and it is this: "Twilight" is an insult to human (especially female) intelligence.

There.

I feel better already.

Let me explain. The story revolves around the "love" between Bella ( a real living person) and Edward (a living-dead person who likes to suck. Blood, that is.) This aforementioned "love" is based on her desire for him, despite the fact that A) his superiority complex was so big townsfolk mistook it for could and henceforth it became the reason the sun never shone on Forks. He was also quite rude to her for their entire "courtship" period. Then, once Bella was won over by this apparently swoon-worthy behaviour, he then proceeded to run away, without warning, when the going got tough. And by "going got tough", I clearly mean "when the girlfriend of the vampire they killed is hunting Bella down because she wants to kill her in a very slow, nasty way". If there was ever a moment to leave your girlfriend, that is obviously it, right Edward You-Smell-Like-Cullen-Skink? After weighing the evidence, I have reached the conclusion that Edward is a very immature, pathetic excuse for a man, let alone a boyfriend. I hereby find him guilty of crimes against chivalry, and against the image of the perfect fictional love interest. The crime against the latter is by far the worst. Mr Rochester is weeping for you, Edward. WEEPING.

And that is just my opinion of the man in this desperate pair. My venom for Bella is much more potent. I can understand why women fall for the men they aren't supposed to fall for. The challenge of someone who seems disinterested is, I have to say, fun for any girl with an ounce of ambition and drive. But Bella has neither, yet she somehow manages to get not one but two men to fall helplessly in love with her despite the fact that she has no chat to give. There is something fundamentally wrong with this equation. The more chat you have, the more people you attract, surely?! Alas, this is not the case. She never smiles, spends most of the second film moping and seems completely incapable of living without a member of the opposite sex by her side. It all becomes so clear; feminism is dead. Edward Cullen killed it.