Enough With the Whiny Vampires Already

Would it not be lovely to think it's just about over? To believe we have finally reached saturation, that the rather insane, relentless vampire craze re-launched for the jaded Facebook generation by the ceaselessly twee Twilight series -- AKA "Oh my God, just shut up and have sex already you whiny Mormon teenagers" -- was nearing its end? You bet it would.

After all, how much more can an exhausted pop culture take? The Twilight phenom and its never-ending cavalcade of Walmart-ready tchotkes -- note to Stephenie Meyer: you do not have to say yes to every damnable breakfast cereal, keychain and Bella-approved kitty litter that your branding company hurls your way, K? -- has ushered in a whole new obsession with hunky, undead waifs who look like constipated Versace models, veering off into all other media and age groups, from The Vampire Diaries to True Blood to The Vampire's Assistant to who the hell knows how many knockoffs currently being rubber-stamped by shameless publishers/production companies right this bloody minute.

Alas, Vampire mania is nowhere near over. In fact, it appears we're at some sort of absurd vampire apex; even the damnable Twilight thing has a few more movies to go before total flameout/burnout, before 10 million teen girls finally make it through puberty and switch back to real boys, and before millions of neglected boys can step away from the Succu-Dry and go back to real girls so that all will be right with the world.

(Oh yes, the Succu-Dry. Totally adorable, only slightly disturbing. It's a sex toy. Or more specifically, a vampire-themed sex toy, for males, for lonely, Twilight-obsessed males, a simply delightful spinoff of the famed Fleshlight "Sex in a Can" masturbation gadget, only this one has squishy vampire "fangs" in the "mouth" and it comes in a goth-y plastic tube; its spokesperson is some heavily tattooed fetish model named Masuimi Max, who I guess is supposed to be this generation's Elvira, except without the humor and intelligence and self-deprecation. Now you know).

For better or worse, it turns out every generation gets its own resurgence/glut of the bloodsucker phenom; 30 years ago it was all about Anne Rice -- whose Vampire Chronicles I fully admit to absolutely adoring in the '80s and which, from a sheer kinky, hypersensual writing-quality perspective, still run circles around Meyer (mind, this was well before Rice got drunk on way too much Jesus and neutered the whole vibe)...

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Comments

[jcause28]

It needed to be said. Kids don't know how cool vampires can be. But then again, my generation had the clove smoking goths, which were sort of annoying. I just wonder what the mormon/twilight connection is.

[brahdog]

the author of the twilight books is a mormon