We, ugly upstart Americans, have abducted the British vampire. No, really.
In just over 100 years, the vampire has gone from creepy Gothic monster to swoony tween heartthrob. In a few more years, they'll be snapped by paparazzi while driving their Escalades, eating garlic pizza with fries and a 64 ounce Pepsi, and thanking Jesus for their talent and good fortune.
What could be more American? Then again, what could be more monstrous?
English lecturer Sam George would argue that Americanizing not an improvement. George has begun a Master of Arts degree program in vampire fiction at the University of Hertfordshire.
Based on the memorized plot details alone, I know at least a dozen teenage girls who can now earn an M.A.