💨 Abstract

The author reflects on his teenage disdain for *Twilight*, driven by toxic masculinity and envy of its female-centric appeal. Revisiting the films as an adult, he appreciates their escapism and emotional depth, lamenting the cultural dismissal of teen girl-oriented media. He hopes the 20th-anniversary re-release sparks a critical reappraisal, celebrating *Twilight* as a romantic, supernatural melodrama.

Courtesy: Rob Oliver