Not so long ago, I copped to reading “The Hunger Games,” and got a little bit shirty at the notion that doing so reflected negatively on my erudition.
[First aside: Blinded Trials is still graced with a steady stream of readers who got here by searching with “i finished the hunger games now what.” Thank heavens you all gave them an answer, as this apparently remains quite a burning question.]
[Second aside: I am totally dropping the ball on “The Pale King,” y’all. I got an eensy way into it, and then put it aside and haven’t picked it back up yet. Is anyone else out there reading it with more success? Dear God, could Joel Stein be right?]
Anyhow, I am not averse to enjoying the occasional book meant for younger readers. I’ve read the whole Harry Potter series, and enjoyed the aforementioned “Hunger Games” well enough. But I have been utterly devoid of interest in reading that other recent “literary”/cinematic juggernaut. I refer, of course, to the “Twilight” saga.
The most exposure to the series I have had was watching the first film with friends at their home when it came out on Blu-ray. I’m afraid to say that I checked out entirely when it was revealed that in the sunlight the vampires of “Twilight” [spoiler!] sparkle. Friends, I have no time for sparkling vampires. Vampires are supposed to be at least somewhat tragic, and there is nothing tragic about sparkling. Sorry.
Though I strongly suspect otherwise, perhaps I am missing something amazing in eschewing these books. I have no opinion in the whole Team Edward vs Team Other Guy debate. I am ignorant of all things Cullen, including how they drive. In fact, I would have no idea that there was anything especially noteworthy about how the vampire family in “Twilight” drives were it not for a decal I’ve seen displayed on random cars proclaiming that the person operating said motor vehicle drives like one. Using simple inductive reasoning, I would guess that they drive poorly? The one time I saw it on an automobile in motion, the lunatic behind the wheel very nearly caused an accident before speeding off like a reckless asshole.
Now, I happen to think it would be epically stupid for people who know they drive erratically to proclaim that fact on their very cars. Indeed, given the higher likelihood that driving like a maniac will get you into a collision or pulled over for speeding, it strikes me as profoundly idiotic to evince a perverse pride in your bad driving right there for a cop to see as he strides toward your window. I’m no lawyer, but I can’t imagine it’s grounds for leniency for a lawbreaker to seem sophomorically happy about it. (I apologize if I have offended any readers who happen to have this decal on their cars, but the truth hurts.)
So that’s this week’s Question — when have you seen people proudly proclaiming something that seems totally self-defeating or pejorative to you? I’ve already asked about bumper stickers, but this isn’t just limited to car adornments, nor is it really about statements that annoy you. No, this week is about people choosing to display, wear, tattoo, etc. some statement about themselves that most people would consider negative, but that they themselves seem strangely smug about. (I would tell the story of the Worst T-shirt in the World here, but sadly it’s a tale best told in person.) What have you seen that’s like an “I’m with Stupid” t-shirt with an upward-pointing arrow?