Robert Pattinson just finishedÂ filming Water for Elephants alongsideÂ Reese Witherspoon in Tennessee, and according to Reese, Rob’s presence caused a bit of commotion.Â It appears that his numerous fans were stalking him both on and off the set. Â Francis Lawrence, the filmâs director, was amazed at the lengths Pattinsonâs fans would go to in order to see him in the flesh:
[Lawrence said about 50 people would line up outside the filmâs set, and some would camp out for hours in the hallways ...
... of the hotel the cast and crew stayed in.] Â âAll day, all night long, it didn’t matter. People were there to try to catch a glimpse,â Lawrence said
It seems Robert Pattinson cannot take a shit without being harassed by his many female admirers, but you know what? Â I donât really get his cult appeal Â - but then again I am not hugely obsessive about the Twilight books either.Â Heâs attractive, but he is no Simon Baker (the dude from the Mentalist that I want to do dirty things to), frankly. Â When I was in junior high, I was madly in love with Steven Tyler.Â My first concert was Aerosmith when I was just 11 years old.Â I dressed like a mini-ho and sobbed real tears when I saw the well-past middle-aged Steven Taylor strutting around on the stage. Â So I kind of understand the lusty thoughts teen girls, and even grown women, have over Robert Pattinson. Â But just because I can understand it on a vague level doesn’t mean that it still doesn’t kind of baffle me. Â And why it doesn’t work both ways.
I have always wondered why guys don’t scream and carry on at quite the same level prepubescent and teen girls do when they see their unattainable celebrity girl-crush.Â Why donât we see hundreds of boys carrying signs and crying in the streets when Taylor Swift comes through a town? Why is it that girls appear to make monumental spectacles of themselves over celebrities?
Why is it that women wear their hearts on their sleeve for men that will never even take a second glance at them most times, and men can sit back, fold their hands behind their heads, kick their heels up on their desks and say, “Yeah, Karolina Kurkova is pretty hot. Â I’d do her,” without spouting tears of frustration that they will never even occupy the same airspace as their celebrity obsession?
But hey. Â Everyone claims that we’re hardwired differently, don’t they?
And incidentally, now that I have admitted to my odd childhood crush (I should also add that I was also in love with Sydney Carton from the novel Tale of two Cities), I want to hear who yours were. Â SPILL.