No, that’s not ALL I’ve got, that vampires (for the most part) are HAWT, but it’s certainly a start. Yes, I’m fully aware of zombies wanting me for my brains, literally, and where’s the fun in that? Where’s the fun in running like a madwoman and getting to higher ground and fearing for your life and sitting on a boat in the middle of the lake and praying to whatever god might fly by at the time that the dumbstruck creatures don’t figure out how to swim?

I think this has gone far beyond vampires vs. zombies — it’s the ladies vs. the gents. Have you noticed it’s conspicuously men who are voting zombies? It’s got me thinking that deep down the pretty, smart, and immortal vampires have got you all feeling a little threatened about your own masculinity and centre of the food-chain living. After all, zombies are no threat to you, they’re not going to steal your girl (or guy) or participate in any kind of serious, ahem [insert rude word here]-blocking. They’re not going to show up at some dinner party and have all the women (or men) swoon. They’re no threat to your love life, and that’s a fact.

Indeed, I’d even go so far as to say that it’ll even turn some boys into men, heading off to bash a baseball bat into some “unmentionables” head — saving the damsels and all that nonsense. Yawn. Yawn. Yawn.

Oh, and those “vampires” you’ve got pictured there look conspicuously like they came from Blade II, and those vampires are infected, therefore, more zombie than vamp…and yeah, I’m positive none of us ladies would be walking either of them down the aisle. But at least there’s a possibility of a thoughtful evening of conversation filled with art, philosophy and other kinds of delightful things before my vampire lover has me for dessert:


And some of us might not even mind the bite.