I've been wondering why so many women are writing and buying books about vampires. A whole new cult has sprung up, but what's the attraction of the undead?
Dracula, coming through the window and sucking blood, has never seemed sexy to me. Scary, yes, and probably extremely painful (being bitten isn't fun, and I should know--a patient's large sized rat-dog bit the back of my leg a few months ago as I was leaving the house) but definitely not something that would send shivers of anticipation up my spine, even if I was a good deal younger.
Then there are the obvious problems:
1. "No, sorry Mom and Dad, but Drac and I can't make it to the family barbeque IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY."
2. No lunch dates or mid-afternoon delight.
3. No beach vacations or cruises that have day trips.
4. No remodeling that old Craftsman bungalow, unless it's the basement or the attic (preferably not vented by a turbine or one of those cutesy eyebrow windows that let in the light.)
5. No monogomy, because you'd run out of blood pretty quick, even if you said you were in need of frequent transfusions. After the first 2, there would be a lot of questions asked. Therefore, Drac would have to go out nights and find new blood, and you know he only likes young, very attractive women, not old crones on their deathbeds.
6. No cruising in that bitchin' convertible with the top down through Malibu or the Hollywood Hills or any other upscale area where you want to impress everyone with your pale Lord of Darkness in his full caped regalia--at least, not during the day when anyone might actually notice.
Need I go on? I could, you know. Probably for HOURS.
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