Today in Depressing
I try to keep a "hate the sin, love the sinner" policy on Twilight
and its fandom. Frankly, I feel like it's only fair for a number of reasons. A work can be deconstructed much less painfully than a person. Certainly, there's almost nothing about the central principles of the Batman mythos that I would actually like to see exist in reality, from vigilante tactics to child endangerment. And realistically, if I decided to immediately regard with disgust every person who likes something that I find to be poorly made or textually problematic, I wouldn't have a lot of human interaction, and that includes with myself.
I suppose what I'm trying to say is that I pity the Twilight
fandom, because while there are plenty of fandoms out there that exist around poorly made or textually problematic works, they're
the Black Sheep of the geek world. I could talk about why I think they've been placed in that box, but that's another post entirely. This post is about the unfortunate death of a fan, at one of the biggest fan events of the year, and no matter what you think about a work of fiction, you should be able to agree that the untimely death of a fan in the middle of a fan celebration is tragic.