In one of many pleasantly didactic episodes of The Golden Girls, the best television show of all time, Dorothy meets and quickly becomes friends with a famous local Miami author, Barbara Thorndyke. It becomes apparent, however, that Dorothy’s new friend is a bit of a literary elitist. She rolls her eyes at Blanche and Rose, won’t give them the time of day, rattles off rare literary references and generally makes them feel like morons. (Granted, Rose is not the sharpest Crayon in the box but her naiveté is what makes that character so darn funny and endearing.)
This example came to mind while perusing a few questions at Yahoo Answers where I came across a particularly acerbic literary putdown. This kind of attitude just isn’t necessary. If we made assumptions about every person who read the Twilight series (myself included), then I think we’d paint ourselves into a very tight corner. Reading is supposed to be fun, remember? Are we going to start making judgments about Fifty Shades fans, too? God forbid you read a mass market paperback and enjoy it.
Life is too short to worry about what others think of you, so go ahead and read Twilight if that’s what makes you happy. If it’s not your cup of tea, that’s okay. Like it or don’t like it. Whatever. But there’s no need to get insulting.