It's morning time, by which I mean the sun is coming up. Sookie's sitting at the kitchen table, by which I mean it's breakfast time. There are eggs and sausage in the oven, staying warm for Sam: in the daytime, when the sun comes up, and families eat breakfast together, Sookie's sitting at the kitchen table with the home smells of egg and sausage heading up the stairs and out into the sunlight. It's going to be clear all day, and you can walk out into the sunshine of a morning, after breakfast with the family, and know that everything is going to be all right: that a new day is beginning. If you're alive, you can do those things.

I think there are two main reasons our entire pop culture at the moment is consumed by vampire boyfriend/werewolf boyfriend. The first is that we're only afraid of three things -- sex, death and life -- and we'll do anything with our imaginations to cross from here to there to feel safer around them. Vampires = sex + death (an end to a start, the joy in being consumed utterly, burned alive; to be awake when the world is sleeping and thus asleep when the world is awake; to be dead to the world) and werewolf guys = sex + life (overly lush, too accepting, too much like life on V, fucking in the garbage and the sunlight).

The second one, though, and it's kind of central to this episode, has to do with feminism, particularly our generation's bizarre experience of feminism as culture speeds up. Vampires, in this particular brand of literature, are paternalistic/"protective," seductive/"mind-controlling," bad boys-except-with-you types; like keeping a tiger in the kitchen, or Tank Girl, they're the giant scary thing that loves only you and can kill everyone else. And then there's the werewolf guy, who just wants to romp around all romantical and dedicate himself to you utterly and says "More life! More sex! More fun! Love who you are! Get lost in it!"