For me, it's that Twilight and it's bastard, fanfiction offspring 50 Shades of Grey are such huge, commercial successes. I don't mind that they are out there, and that some people choose to partake in them, but I'm damn pissed that they are held up as the height of modern literature by their rabid fanbase. The writing in them is just atrocious, editors went at them like they were made of glass when they needed weed whackers. And they glamorize physical and mental abuse of a woman by her love interest and hold it up as the height of romanticism. Stalking is not sexy. Being talked down to is not romantic. Being threatened is not sweet. Being bound by zip-ties is PHYSICALLY DANGEROUS.
What especially bothers me about 50 Shades is that it teaches people the S&M lifestyle... the wrong way. A dangerous way. See above zip-ties snippit.
What bothers me the most, though, is that my mother, who is in her mid fifties, gobbles up this schlock like it's a gourmet meal and then is disgusted with ME for not finding Edward amazingly romantic and tragic. She once, when I refused to watch the movie with her, told me I was just jealous because I wasn't dating Edward. >_< This is coming from a woman whose read all of Anne Rice and the original Dracula, so she KNOWS good Vamp writing. I... I don't even know. I'm so flabbergasted I don't have words.