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December 6th, 2018 at 2:26 pm
The wedding and honeymoon shit almost killed me on this one. There’s little in this world I hate more than the Matrimonial-Industrial Complex, which tells everyone that the best way for a couple to start a life together in these uncertain times is to go tens of thousands of dollars into debt on a party that nobody wants to go to anyway. It was hilarious how they tried to go the “Oh, I’m just a simple girl, no need to make a big fuss over me” route and then they show us this multimillion dollar affair that took a team of dozens to pull off. I’m betting there was an uptick in wedding planner suicides the year this came out from trying to keep up with the Cullens. We’re talking the Basic Bitch Super Bowl here.
That said, the only reason I undertook the endeavor of suffering through these pieces of shit in the first place was to see them bite that fucking monster baby out of her with my own eyes, because holy shit. That’s some Cronenbergian body horror right there, but I’d been told it was supposed to be…romantic? Or something. Whatever, they botched the execution just like they always do. But let’s consider the very fact of this impossible pregnancy. To me, it takes the wish fulfillment and utter lack of storytelling integrity to new levels. You know, because the kind of dilly broads who are gonna eat up this uncritical romantic horsecrap are also gonna go nutso over babies, so how can we have a happy ending if Bella ends up with marrying Edward but she (gasp!) can’t bear him children? Would she even really be a woman? Well, don’t worry about it, because it turns out she can get pregnant! Right away even! How? Oh, don’t worry your pretty little head about it. Isn’t the dress stunning? Just exactly what a tomboy like Bella with no fashion sense and no personality would wear, don’t you think? Isn’t it great NEVER HAVING TO MAKE A CHOICE WITH ANY CONSEQUENCES WHATSOEVER? That’s what true love is!
Anyway, so the total commitment to pandering continues with this absurd imprinting thing. Because there’s no way it’s there just because it’s a weird detail about werewolf culture. It’s there because our illustrious author couldn’t allow Team Jacob to be disappointed that their candidate didn’t get Bella, and since she couldn’t be bothered to introduce any other female characters that might distract from The Most Attractive And Irresistible Plain Jane In The World, she had to concoct a way to give him Bella 2.0, even if she’s just a baby. The matter of whether said baby is allowed to have any agency at all in this decision to betroth a newborn to a shirtless monster man less than five minutes after she is born is of no importance to this author. The important thing is that the handsome man with the chest muscles does not feel lonely. That’s how fully embedded in the values of the patriarchy this story is: It would rather give a werewolf a child bride than a male character blue balls.
I mean, holy shit. Hole. Ee. Shit.