Robert Pattinson, the star of the film adaptation of Stephenie Meyer‘s Twilight books, just gained about 10,000 points in my book when he had this to say in a recent interview with alpha dickweed Ben Lyons:

“When I read it, I was convinced Stephenie was convinced that she was Bella, and it was like a book that wasn’t supposed to be published. It was like reading her sexual fantasy, especially when she said it was based on a dream and it was like, ‘Oh I’ve had this dream about this really sexy guy,’ and she just writes this book about it. Like some things about Edward are so specific, I was just convinced, like, ‘This woman is mad. She’s completely mad and she’s in love with her own fictional creation.’ And sometimes you would feel uncomfortable reading this thing.  It’s kind of a sick pleasure in a lot of ways.”

What a jerk.  I could never imagine a lonely Mormon housewife getting her ya-yas out by inventing a super gay fantasy world for herself.  “And then a muscular-yet-feminine stranger came and they fell in love, and he had really nice breath and pretty hair.  But they couldn’t have sex because that would be icky, and so they just held hands and hugged forever and ever through eternity and no one else could understand because they were so in love.”

[Thanks to RopeofSilicon]