Unless you’ve been an actual athlete (not pronounced “ath-a-lete” as Morgan Freeman would have you believe) participating in the Olympics, you must know by now that something is not right in Forks, Washington. Apparently, Bella has awakened from the vampire glamouring and realized that she wants to experience more of the world of romance/sex/excitement/whatever than with just her ever-stalwart soul mate, Edward. Or at least, that’s what the media would have you believe.
Now, I am not going to claim whatsoever any knowledge of the purported affair between Kristen Stewart and her director buddy, so let it be known here and now that all of my insider news comes decidedly third-hand. I don’t have a clue as to the inner-workings or feelings of Ms. Stewart or Mr. Pattinson, but that won’t stop me from conjecturing. You see, as a semi-professional armchair psychologist, I am fully equipped to declare the jist of what happened and to make my final analysis in my usual astute manner. All you need to do is read and enjoy.
So, here’s what I think.
Twilight was released in 2008, when Kristen Stewart was 18 years old. That means she was around 17 during filming. It would appear that her relationship with Rob Pattinson, if not her first serious one, was certainly her most serious one. For many people, that’s pretty young. For actors under a constant, hyped-up spotlight, that’s very young. Though I am crazy-serious now (joke), most people who knew me when know I didn’t start maturing until I was in my mid-to-late twenties. Just using that as a comparison. Or, look at it this way: how many people end up marrying their high school sweethearts? Okay, most of my cousins, but they must have a gene I didn’t get. Seriously, though, not many marry, especially if they separate for college.
Having been in a few musicals myself back in the day, it is easy to understand how spending that much time together would bring two people together [Holla, Brad]. Now, imagine that amount of time being multiplied by a googol. That’s the inordinate amount of time spent filming, doing press tours, interviews, ComicCon, etc. PLUS having to hide out together when the paparazzi, fangirls/boys and stalkers are on the prowl. All those things can add to and intensify whatever feelings they have for each other anyway. I’m not saying those feelings aren’t real; just ever-so-much-more-so. When the excitement is over (which it will be soon for Twilight), those feelings can diminish or disappear altogether.
Let’s face it. Hollywood isn’t exactly known as a bastion of marital longevity. Being tempted while working closely with others, all that time spent away from each other filming and doing press junkets, ego, everyone wanting something from you…it is all working against couples.
You want to know what really chaps me, though? This 41-year-old man, Rupert Sanders. It makes me feel much more than a little skeevy that this man, who in the most powerful man on the set, hits on a much younger person. A girl who has spent the last 4-5 years holed up somewhere hiding from the press or holed up somewhere making movies. Protected from the real world, living in a very unreal world. She, all doe-eyed, is flattered by him and his position. An older man, cool. No. So not cool. This man, in every way, took advantage of her. In all the accounts I have ever read about Kristen (OK, until now, I didn’t read anything other than what happened to float across in front of my face) she never was reported to be fast and loose. The fact that he dragged his wife and kids into the mire along with him makes it even worse.
I don’t want to come across as condoning what allegedly happened; certainly, at the very, very least, it is selfish and not a way to gain trust with another person. I can’t even begin to imagine the pain that Rob Pattinson is going through right now. In my severely stunted and limited romantic experience, the most serious boyfriend I had (before marrying the best and most awesome man) broke my wee heart into several gazillion pieces when he dumped me (and we dated less than six months, a lot of which was long distance) and it easily took an entire year for me to get over that. [All for the best, Jeff.]
How humiliating and embarrassing to have to live the bad parts of your life in front of a world-wide audience. That’s the downside to fame and the internet, for sure. Everyone on earth has a front seat to the unfortunate fashion choices, the walks of shame, the ill-timed cigarette, the freak outs, the paparazzi punches, the Vegas parties, the indiscretions with nannies, the addictions, and everyone has an opinion about it. On top of that, there’s that enormous fan-base that is everything Twilight. The Twihards. I’m not just talking about what many perceive as only being made up of blushing teenaged innocents; I know plenty of adult women who read and enjoyed the books and saw all of the movies and were on Team Edward or Team Jacob. And some of these gals are seriously pissed. And here’s why: that Bella girl? She could have been any of us. She was so ordinary, nothing special. She was Everygirl. And he loved her with his entire being. He was destroyed, figuratively and almost literally, when he thought she was dead. She who is without an ounce of romance can throw the first stone at that. For many, it’s the love story of a generation, an era, a millenium. The problem is that the lines between fiction and reality got seriously blurred for a lot of people. It’s easy to understand why; it makes their on-screen relationship and their book version REAL to the viewer/reader. So, when Kristen betrayed Rob, she betrayed us. The many. The proud. The ordinary.