It beats for you, it bleeds for you, it knows not how it sounds
Wednesday, 26 May 2010 02:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
freckles_and_doubtSometimes I think that my teaching interests tend to colonise the world around me somewhat wholesalely. A rather sweet young lady student, coloured, absolutely non-gothy, a bit scatty, just put her birth year down as "1900" on the form she was handing in, resulting in the following interchange:
Me: You were born in 1900? You're looking very good for your age.
Her: (absolutely straight-faced) Thank you. Actually, I'm a vampire.
Me: (with vague acceptance) Oh, right. How's the sunlight thing working out for you, then?
Her: (waving a hand around) Oh, I have this ring... (she is, in fact, wearing rather an ornate silver one).
Me: (with satisfaction) You've been watching The Vampire Diaries.
Her: (with a broad grin) So have you.
Ensues a brief, fangirly exchange of opinions on said show, the incalculable hotness of Damon, her fervent denial of his psychopathic nature, my refusal to believe that he's just suffering and misunderstood and needs someone to love him, my inevitable sweeping Twilight diss, and a brief excursion into vampire chronology and why Interview with the Vampire isn't actually derivative. Also, she'd like to believe vampires are real.
I'm rather amused at how enormously Vampire Diaries seems to be Flavour of the Month with The Yoof, including those I'd absolutely not have included in the usual vampire demographic. Hot young men and bucketloads of angst apparently cross all boundaries. I also sometimes wonder how students actually feel when they discover their lecturers, administrators and other godly bods are capable of investment in the same texts as themselves, and can moreover demonstrate a breadth and depth of vampire knowledge which knocks theirs into a cocked hat. Possibly they think I'm just sad, but I feel faintly smug.
Me: You were born in 1900? You're looking very good for your age.
Her: (absolutely straight-faced) Thank you. Actually, I'm a vampire.
Me: (with vague acceptance) Oh, right. How's the sunlight thing working out for you, then?
Her: (waving a hand around) Oh, I have this ring... (she is, in fact, wearing rather an ornate silver one).
Me: (with satisfaction) You've been watching The Vampire Diaries.
Her: (with a broad grin) So have you.
Ensues a brief, fangirly exchange of opinions on said show, the incalculable hotness of Damon, her fervent denial of his psychopathic nature, my refusal to believe that he's just suffering and misunderstood and needs someone to love him, my inevitable sweeping Twilight diss, and a brief excursion into vampire chronology and why Interview with the Vampire isn't actually derivative. Also, she'd like to believe vampires are real.
I'm rather amused at how enormously Vampire Diaries seems to be Flavour of the Month with The Yoof, including those I'd absolutely not have included in the usual vampire demographic. Hot young men and bucketloads of angst apparently cross all boundaries. I also sometimes wonder how students actually feel when they discover their lecturers, administrators and other godly bods are capable of investment in the same texts as themselves, and can moreover demonstrate a breadth and depth of vampire knowledge which knocks theirs into a cocked hat. Possibly they think I'm just sad, but I feel faintly smug.
