Monday, July 30, 2012

Paddling Through The Robstenpocalypse

I reserve the right to completely change my mind about all of this because for the past 6 days I’ve had a new emotion every 10 minutes…Some of them belong to my 36 year old self. Some belong to my 4 year old and 13 year old within.   I’m not really ready to write this. And I sure as hell think people are sick of reading shit like this. But my musings have always just been the personal journal of my mind. And my mind is scattered… so let’s see if this brings me some clarity…

I am in grief. We all are. There are stages to it and I’ve watched daily as my Twitter TL spins with different people paddling through different phases of it.  Denial. Anger. Bargaining. Depression. Acceptance.

 

What are we grieving?  The  fairytale. The simple idea of it.

 

We were all brought up as little girls on Cinderella stories. White knight comes in, falls in love with the princess, they get on a white horse and ride off.

 

Happily. Ever. After.  

 

At heart we are all still those little girls. We love a good love story.  Isn’t that why we love Twilight? Why we all read fanfic that nearly always guarantees us an ending with a ‘HEA’. 

 

We want the white horse and the pretty sunset.

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This. We want this. Complete with the fucking cheesy heart hands.

The problem is we applied the fairytale to a real life prince and princess. 

 

It was so easy to do. Watching them watch each other had an addictive quality to anyone with a romantic heart. They wore it on their sleeves. It was mesmerizing.  Their 'love at first sight' story became sweeter than Edward and Bella’s.  From the outside looking in, they seemed to travel through life in a perfect glass bubble only Walt Disney himself could have crafted.

 

But perfect bubbles don’t really exist and Disney just rolled credits after they panned across the sunset. We never got to see life in the castle. Real life. The hard stuff after the wicked queen was dead and it was time to get down to the day to day.


Day to day is hard. We all know that. THAT is why we are here. Following their fairytale was our escape from our own day to day. 

 

Life is difficult right now for a lot of people. We’re living in a world with a lot of real problems. It’s so much easier to focus on someone else’s happy than to focus on our own sad.  And it’s fun to be joyful about something with other people. Their happy drew us together… happily.

 

That's right. I'm totally blaming this shit on you Walt.

Is their real life really a fairytale?  Is anyone’s?  Of course not. We all know that. But in our hearts we want to believe in it.


Is it wrong for us to be sad and upset now that the fairytale seems to have morphed into some sort of real life tragedy? No. Of course not. We are grieving the loss of that shiny dream. We are grieving that our happy escape has suddenly turned into a real world, messy place to be.

 

And that is ok. There are stages. You have to go through them.  You have to feel this shit.  You have to talk about it (my husband says ‘endlessly’) so you can identify where you are at and wade through it.

 

And, I think at the same time you still have to hope. Hope that somewhere there is a fairytale that’s real. Find the small fairytales in your own life. Hope that they find some in theirs again someday. With each other or with someone else.


I don’t know how this will all play out. Disney never taught us this part of the play. It’s like we’ve gone to Act 4. No one has written this epilogue.


I always worried that the weight of our staring could eventually crush them. I hope now the weight of our sorrow does not. They have enough of their own without carrying ours on their backs.  We need to let our own dust settle, so they have enough peace and quiet to find their way through this shit storm.  There is no white horse coming to save them this time. It’s a long road they’re gonna have to walk down. Together or alone.  


I hope they eventually find their own sunsets. 

 

And I hope we are able to keep believing fairytales do exist.

 

Until then, google up the stages of grief. A very smart, dear friend of mine would also tell you to google up ‘parasocial relationship’.  Do it. You'll be enlightened. We are all grappling with trying to understand the ‘why’ and the ‘how’. I don’t know that those questions are truly ours to ask. We need to respect that we don’t deserve the answers.

 

And I’m not sure the answers even matter, because no matter how Act 4 ends,  the spell has already been broken. We know they aren’t the prince and princess we projected them to be.

 

They have a real life. With real problems. They make mistakes and have to live with them. They hurt. Just like the rest of us.


Instead, ask why this is important to you. Reflect on what it’s brought to your life. And then paddle through… I’ll be right alongside you rowing along with some tears of my own.


God speed to us all.


<3 twopeas1pod

This post has been the result of 20+ years of reading romance novels, way too much time on twitter, 2 years of watching cheesy Robsten videos on YouTube, a few traumatic days of listening to Taylor Swift's Breathe (google that shit, it's a gut punch), and the facebook posting of a wise wise communication professor who shall remain nameless but is appreciated nonetheless. Whatever emotion you are feeling right now. It's. Ok. Paddle on through... there has to be a sunset somewhere out there... (2Ps

Are you shitting me that this is the best boat we can find?


Who the fuck decided we'd paddle anyway? Fuck the boat.
 Let's ride off into the sunset with these guys...

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

7 Minutes Of Forever. Comic Con 2012: Twilight Comes Full Circle

Leaving San Diego is hard. Not only because the city is quite literally my idea of non-humid-heaven-on-Earth and after 4 days I’ve grown rather used to watching Storm Troopers and Supergirls walk down the crowded streets, but also because it means The End has officially begun.

Forever. Period.

It looms in front of us, a mere 121 days away.

Getting my geek on at Comic Con, hanging out with my Twifamily and getting to watch the first 7 minutes of BD2 was the epitome of that horribly clichéd word Kristen seemed barely able to believe she was using: Bittersweet.

Despite all the twitterverse begging for hidden bewbie cams, there was no one amongst my group of crazies brave/stupid enough to bootleg the clip. It would have gotten our asses booted right out of Hall H and in all honesty Rob walked in with fully restored lion hair (somewhere angels were singing) and Kristen walked in with half her belly showing and I just lost all cognitive thought. I also don’t really have bewbies nearly large enough to hide a flip…

Now... Kristen looks like she coulda pulled off a bewbiecam at SDCC2012.... just sayin...


So to make it up to those who are surfing YouTube hourly for some sign of the holy grail… let me see if I can at least highlight some of the experience.

What do the folks sitting at home need to know first?

We’re all screwed. Totally.

If you didn’t bawl your eyes out when Flightless Bird played during BD1, then you might have hope of surviving November. But if you were like me and wanted to fist bump Bill Condon with one hand while wiping your snotty nose and blubbering tears with the other… you’re fucked.

BD2 picks up right where BD1 left off. Bella’s eyes. Vamped out. The first few minutes are not laden with dialogue. It isn’t needed to experience Bella Version 2.0. You want to soak her in. Her new skin. Her cheek bones. Her eyes. The way she moves. It all feels new.

Gone is the awkward, lip biting girl we’d come to know and love. Vampella is here. And damn, she still digs her man. One of my favorite passages in the book finds Bella struck by the realization she still wants him in that purely human way. We feel that within seconds.

I’m not gonna lie. It’s hot.

After all his stern, marbled staring in the previous 4 movies, we finally get to see Robward smiling and cracking jokes. You feel the weight he’s carried for so long has been lifted. Indeed, she’s still his Bella. Just less fragile. <Insert long happy sigh here>.

In my mind, Bill Condon is a master at giving us sweet little moments of pause within a fast paced storyline. The clip we saw moves quick, but we slow down to see their white hands reaching out for one another, her fingers trailing his arm. It’s innocent, but unbelievably sexy at the same time.

Remember the way Kristen stared into that mirror in BD1 soaking in the realization of what was inside her? We get another mirror shot – which might be equally as beautiful – this time the happy couple stares back at us. They’ve made it through hell and back. Full circle. Well… at least until the Volturi and the vampire org chart show up to ruin the day.

These small moments speak volumes and I find myself with passages from the book running through my head.

It’s pretty easy to see why Kristen has such fondness for the hunt scene. We saw the forest through Jacob’s eyes in BD1, now we get to see it through Bella’s. It’s one of those things my own mind’s eye struggled with when reading the books. Dew drops on spider webs. Flower petals in the breeze. Animals hooves crunching leaves in the forest. The bloodied knee of a human who doesn’t realize what’s lurking nearby. The attention to detail to show what the vampire world looks like is breathtaking and the effects are well done.

Kristen’s been waiting a long time to tell all the folks in pop-culture who’ve labeled Bella a weak, simpering fool they can go fuck themselves. Watching her bag her first mountain lion pretty much accomplishes that.

In my best Emmett voice: Badass.


Bill gave us the first 7 minutes to spoil us, but he cut us off before we’d be spoiled rotten. Jacob didn’t expect Bella ‘to be so you’. We faded to black right as he was about to find out she’s a whole different woman. “Since when do you care about Renesmee?’ Oh Jacob. We’ve been waiting a long time to see Bella hand you your lunch.

The final scene viewed in Hall H gave us a better chance to witness Bella’s new skills while she gets prepped for Charlie’s first visit. Kristen at vampspeed will make you giddy.

The Comic Con Q&A panel that followed the clip was pretty much what I expected it to be:

Small children, who I swear were forced by their moms to go to the mic, tried to act cute while asking painful non-questions. (Seriously? Some of those kids were pretty damn young. The movie is PG-13 people. Your little kids should be watching Disney princesses still not cottage vampsex.)

Someone felt the need to beg Rob for his name plate which he adorably signed and turned into a paper airplane.

And one or two fans actually managed to sneak in intelligent questions. That’s my shout out to you “What would your Twilight-self tell your BD2-self?’ Inspired questions bring about inspired word vomit. ‘Keep it in your pants’ indeed.

McKenzie Foy and her ‘big girl teeth’ pretty much stole the show. She is almost too beautiful to be real.

I found myself half listening to the cast trying to come up with non-dull answers to the same old dull questions. Instead, I just watched them and found it impossible not to reflect on how much they’ve all changed since the first time they faced a Comic Con audience way back a hundred years ago when they unbelievably had no clue how huge this thing would be.

SDCC circa 2008.... they had no clue what was coming...


The cast that sat in Hall H Thursday morning outwardly appeared so different.

Polished, Prepared, Sophisticated.

Well ok, Rob is always gonna be Rob…it’s why we love him. Adorkably unprepared and, some said, wearing the exact same outfit he had on last year. Do you think he even washed it? Do we even care? No. I didn’t think so. Half the man’s head wasn’t shaved this year and the scruff was perfection – that’s really all we cared about.

I sat there staring like a stalker and kept picturing little Twilight-Kristen bouncing nervously and desperately trying to avoid having to speak. Mulletstew fidgeting and barely able to take her eyes off her man, who was inexplicably too far away. NewMoonRob constantly gripping his tresses in an effort to pull answers out of his brain.

2009.... eye sex.... *sigh*


Well… Ok. He still does that too. And it’s still delicious.



This year everyone’s hair was perfectly coiffed. Makeup had been expertly applied. Collectively, it looked like you could take a chunk out of the national debt if you tallied up the cost of the clothes they were wearing. The leather jacket Jackson had on looked like melted butter. I just wanted to run my hands over it. Nikki’s rock of a diamond couldn’t be missed and Kristen’s sneaks actually looked brand new.

So pretty...

 

I couldn’t help but observe all this and think of how far this road has taken them. How changed they are. Probably some for good and some for bad. But it’s not just their appearances and things their newfound millions can buy. They all wear confidence with their designer duds. And they all talk about this ride they’ve been on with the reverence it deserves.

One of the most poignant moments happened at the end, as the long line of new vamps was introduced.

In part this was a standout moment to me because I am horribly biased toward loving that we pulled off a tumultuous roar for the incredibly lovable and oh-so-deserving-of everything-great-that-happens-to-him Erik Odom. You are all about to be Team Peter. Trust me. We were all so loud even Rob did a double take and asked, ‘Who’s that?’

The new vamps were like shiny new pennies just off the press. You could feel their nerves a little bit. It was a full circle moment, with them standing there juxtaposed against the self assurance of the original cast. You wanted to cheer for them as they hop on at the start of this ride that truly has changed us all.

For those playing along at home... Erik is 2nd from the right... TeamPeterFTW!


For me, the most amazing part of this Comic Con experience wasn’t actually the clip. Or being 8 rows away from two of the most beautiful people I’ve ever seen. For me, it was actually feeling truly appreciated as a fan.

Before last Wednesday I feared November. I don’t know if any of us have any idea what to expect. It’s going to be mammoth. We all know that. The plaza at LA Live is going to be the pilgrimage to Mecca for lots and LOTS of us. How will they manage the mob? How will the need for mob control not cut back on the experience for us?

The news of the horrific tragedy on Tuesday had me even more fearful. Keeping people safe has to be their goal, and I suspect after losing one of our own, tent city safety measures will have to rival boarding a transatlantic flight out of LaGaurdia. How will they balance safety and ‘access’ during a fan experience?

But Wednesday night erased a lot of my fear. Summit brought their A-game to Comic Con. Watching Erik Odom lead the entire cast of vamps in a long line toward Hall H Camp was like watching a home run ball leave the park.

Each and every cast member there that night took their time. If you weren’t screaming or carrying on, they stopped long enough to actually chat.

You could feel the appreciation in the voices of the new guys. You could hear the sincerity in the voices of most of the Cullens…

(I said most…. No, I’m not naming names).

Stephenie Meyer went person by person. Staying late to ensure she signed and greeted every single fan. She joked with us about not being a good ‘camper’ herself. We thanked her for giving us ‘all this’. ‘The thanks is all mine.’

They get it. Summit. The cast. Stephenie. They get what this means to us. I don’t think they want to rob us of one single second of soaking this up.

I think they all want to soak it up with us.

All that’s left to decide is how many tissues to throw in the bag with your tent.

I’ll see you there. I’ll bring an extra box. We’re going to need it.

To steal the words of my Team Jack sister, let’s not leave LA in November till we change that period to an exclamation point.

Forever!
<3 twopeas1pod

You can find previous insane twopeas ramblings here and at www.adventuresintwilighting.com

You can also hear twopeas and the @team_jack team give more reaction to the Twilight Comic Con 2012 experience on the Team Jack Podcast #38: 'Forever.' Found here: http://smodcast.com/episodes/forever/

The exceptionally sweet Erik Odom can be found at @erikodom on twitter & http://www.facebook.com/odom.erik on Facebook.