Okay, so I've insulted the Twilight crowd, Greens, Nazis, Goths, emos, and Burger King; oh, yeah, aristocrats and royalty syncophants. Who's next?
How about the flip side of the vampire craze: lycanthropes. Wolfmen (odd that wolf-women don't get as much press as the guys). Again borne of Euro-fear, this legend attacks the unfamiliar, the alien. You know: gypsies, refugees, Semites. In more modern times we Euro-trash included Native Americans, carnies, true geeks, mentally ill and the occaisional "mad" scientist (to Americans, all scientists are "mad"). Notice that Silicon Valley techs, computer geeks, cosplayers and dopers are essentially harmless, so only worthy of disgust and contempt.
Lycanthropes, like vampires, feed on humans, with an occaisional sheep or cow. They have the decency to eat more than just the blood, so are only slightly less wasteful than their vampiric foes. And foes the vampires are; both are competitors for the same resource: humans. From Lon Chaney being in thrall to Bela Lugosi to now, lycanthropes have been the slaves (since, as a Euro-American, I have no right to use another, more oppressive adjective) to vampires; the wolves would fight themselves free, only to be enslaved by the aristocrats at a later time. A cycle of serfdom. A good source of anger, resentment, superiority complexes and plot complications, but hardly good examples of developing independence, which is the goal of many of the Twilight crowd. And both sides use the same techniques to dominate their opponent; brutality, deceit, the shameless use of people as tools and the occaisional shield. This is the methodology of survival being taught to today's impressionable, malable young adults, but with a critical twist.
You see, in previous tellings of the vampire/lycanthrope tales, in the end these monsters, though at war for centuries, were defeated locally, by plain folks. Yes, sometimes the brutality of the plain folks rivaled the monster's; remember, the plain folks were fighting for survival against inhuman forces. But in the last twenty years, it seems that the monsters not only survive, but are somehow transformed into "plain folks," who just happen to feed on their neighbors. They're protected, nurtured, emulated. The monster has become the role model. The monster's techniques, their consideration of their neighbors as tools to be used up and then discarded, that has become the prefered way of dealing with others today. There's no silver bullet, no Van Helsing to protect our culture; only the forlorn hope that, this time, the monsters will go after someone else.
The problem? we are all "someone else."
- Mood:
Outraged - Listening to: The cat coughing
- Reading: random ; whatevers on the bookshelf
- Watching: stupid commercials
- Playing: I'll play when I'm dead...
- Eating: Tex-Mex
- Drinking: Orange juice