So, tonight, midnight (I know it's Shabbat. I'm . . . learning about being more observant) is the release party for the new Twilight series book. From what I hear on the radio, opinion among parents is divided.
"She's respectful to her parents, and daring! Good role model!" say the legions who read the series right along with, and quite as voraciously as their daugters.
"What are they talking about? She seems entirely ruled by her emotions and these books build up insupportable expectations in girls of the perfect boyfriend! He literally glitters! Also, it's gay." say the detractors, who would rather their daughters wear burkha and not read at all or wear cheerleading costumes and read The Rules.
In most cases, I always come down in favor of reading. So far, the only exceptions are things that are disgusting lies. (Examples include Unfit for Command and anything written by the loud, Horse-faced troll or the shanda-far-die-Goyim, schrunchy-faced troll.)
Also, I think building up impossible expectations in children might be a good thing. Lord knows I had them. And you know what that accomplished? Keeping me a nondating virgin for much longer than many of my contemporaries. Frankly, why do we want teen and pre-teen girls (the book's demographic, which I don't, ahem, expressly fit into) settling for anyone or anything? Let them keep their knees tightly shut beneath their books for a while longer.
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