A Canadian camgirl called Nadia Foxx has filmed herself reading Harry Potter while sitting on a vibrator. A bespectacled man pleasures a woman with his “philosopher’s bone” in a Brazzers remake of Harry Potter.
(Warning: The links above contain nudity) And a man called Eric in Lewisham, South London, loves the wizard’s adventures so much that he used to shout out his name as every answer in a pub quiz. (In the days when people were allowed to take part in quizzes indoors in pubs.)
Supposedly the day was dreamt up by the then Prime Minister David Cameron on a day when he wasn’t unintentionally bringing about his downfall by calling an EU referendum or denying reports he had sex with the head of a pig.
It fits in with his “Call me Dave” attitude to life and trying to be a man of the people as anyone and everyone likes Harry Potter – that is, apart from people who don’t like Harry Potter.
My roommate’s mom had a copy when we went to stay in Croton-on-Hudson for Thanksgiving in 2000.
We picked it up and read a few pages before putting it down, realising it wasn’t written very well and so got on with our lives aka watched Martha Stewart on TV.
But others didn’t. Others lapped up every word and devoured the next book, and the next and the next (and all the other ones).
They (and maybe you) bought Harry Potter pyjamas and stationery sets, queued at Watford Junction station for the bus to the Harry Potter land and tried to make Butterbeer at home.
Despite only reading a couple of pages years ago my life hasn’t been completely Potter free.
For a few years at university the release dates of the films seem to always be around Thanksgiving so me and some other American Studies students would watch the American film companies adaptations of the British books as a kind of flip reverse it metaphor (not the right word for it but I cannot think) of British people studying the States.
I would say I don’t get the hype because I’m too old, but people far older than me have fallen in love with the world of the boy wizard – with some even forgoing playing proper sports to stick a broomstick between their legs and pretend to play Qudditch.
So, why is International Harry Potter Day not the big event for me that it is for others?
For me it is difficult to get enthused about anything and this is doubly true when there is such a fandom around something.
Maybe I would have liked Harry Potter if it was well-written or there weren’t so many films and, most importantly, if it wasn’t well-liked by other people.
But then there wouldn’t be an International Harry Potter Day so, if you are celebrating, enjoy yourself.
Stay safe for another week!