Buffy Vs. Edward Cullen
This cracks me up. Not only were the books boring (I was only able to make it to page 67 of the first book of the tetralogy with a taxing amount of effort), the overall appeal was hard to grasp. I love handsome, adoring boyfriends as much as the next girl (probably more!), but the overall essence of these fantasies grosses me out. Like Buffy admonishes WhatsHisFace: what am I, twelve? In my fantasies, I’m as powerful, if not more, than my suitors, and in real life I don’t find it sexy to be reminded that one can physically overpower/(kill) me; even less so when restraint must be used.
I prefer to be ravaged/(penetrated) in other ways.
