A lot of critics murdered it. People complained about the characters, they whined that the writing was inferior, the plot was mediocre. Yet the Twilight series was a bestseller. A blinding success. Why? I reckon it was because good triumphs over evil. Love defeats impossible circumstances. Someone ordinary reaches impossible heights. Because the characters have all sorts of cool abilities that we’d love to possess. Because a lot of girls still want someone to love them totally and protectively. A lot of girls love a good bad boy.

In real life, the “bad boys” are generally total losers. Who really wants a bloke who drinks too much? Or does drugs? Or is a bit violent? No, they fall in love with the idea that the bad boy could still be the bad boy whilst being loving and kind and protective and generally good. It’s an attractive notion because it’s actually possible. There have been people throughout history who were good bad guys. Bad to the enemy and good to their own.

The trouble is, people seem to have forgotten the parameters. So, the modern day “bad boys” are often just horrible people. Wrapped up in their own egos, violent to their partners, brainless twits who think their macho image is enhanced by the amount of booze they can consume. They have forgotten what part of “bad” is attractive. It was the part where the guy stuck up for his girl loyally and protectively, against all odds. Where he charged valiantly through countless obstacles just to be with and protect the ones he loved.

Nothing is impossible. Books like Twilight confirm that there are still a lot of people who are looking for this good bad guy hero.

And we want to believe its possible.
                     And it is possible.
                                          Because its fantasy.





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