Bad Moon Rising

I went to New Moon last night with my friend Becky. She’s a better blogger than I am, a sincere and unrepentant feminist, and a YA lit fan. She’s also my chosen movie companion, joining me for Where the Wild Things Are, two Harry Potter movies, and even the execrable Transformers 2 (how do you make a robot battle movie boring? Ask Michael Bay.). Anyway, Becky and I have been discussing the Twilight phenomenon, how alarmed we are by its inveterate anti-feminism, how much Becky wants to marry (or something) Robert Pattinson, and how werewolves can be cougar-bait for some time now and so, though we had some mixed feelings about it, we decided to go to a late show on a school night (to minimize the number of squealing tweens we’d have to sit next to). Continue reading “Bad Moon Rising”

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