It’s Friday.  Twilight comes out today, and yours truly is going to chaperone a band of 12-year-olds.  (Great excuse, isn’t it?)  I was pleasantly surprised to find that a lot of other adults (or sort-of adults) love the series - Tieki, Neil’s family, and others.  (Hopefully, Allison will read it… someday.)  Vampire-mortal love?  Pro-life themes?  A must-read.

Bella and Edward met when she was 17 and he, likewise, 17 - albeit a very immortal 17 who was closer to age 90.  Danielle Crittendon would approve of their union.  She said, in this 1999 article, that women who wait for marriage find themselves without many prospects:

 When a train does finally pull in, it is filled with misfits and crazy men – like a New York City subway car after hours; immature, elusive Peter Pans who won’t commit themselves to a second cup of coffee, let along a second date; neurotic bachelors with strange habits; sexual predators who hit on every woman they meet; newly divorced men taking pleasure wherever they can; embittered, scorned men who still feel vengeful toward their last girlfriend…. The sensible, decent, not-bad-looking men a woman rejected at twenty-four because she wasn’t ready to settle down all seem to have gotten off at other stations.

Ms. Crittendon might want to update her thinking for the new millennium.  That is a rather apt description of men in their 20s.  Perhaps it is more true of men in their 30s - or the single ones, at least - but this blogger cannot help but feel that the sexual revolution has fundamentally changed the dynamic.  Formerly, men were taught to find a nice girl and settle down; now they are taking their prerogative to screw around, demand sex as a precondition to dating (and not even serious dating at that), and generally act like total prats.

As I said, perhaps this is still good advice, as men in their 30s may be even worse.  If they are, though, why put up with the garbage?  Dear Haemet readers, why would any sensible woman put herself through the modern dating scene for?  How on earth does one find a nice, sensible 20-something fellow, when absolutely none of them care to develop an emotional relationship?  Ought not one wait until men’ve begun to understand the emptiness of a life of sleeping around and using women?

Speaking of happiness, it turns out that happy people don’t watch much television.  This make a lot of intuitive sense.  First of all, those who are unhappy could turn to TV.  More than that, those who watch TV - filled with drama, pettiness, and selfish people who seem to adore treating other people badly - one is undoubtedly apt to feel bad about the world.  (Even so-called “happy” shows and movies are essentially a total renunciation of values and reason.  Gah!)