Disclaimer: This post might be girlier than usual. So not apologetic about it though. Simply warning.
Women are weird weird complicated
creatures. And I pity all the men (and some other women) who have to spend
their lives deciphering this eternal mysterious code.
But calling it a code is a bit
warped to begin with, isn’t it? It gives the impression that there is some
underlying logic to what we do, something complex, but crack-able, no? But what
if there is absolutely no code? What if we just are, random?
Let’s take the simplest and most
comprehensive example. Our choice in men.
Oh wait. There’s nothing simple
about that.
So here’s a discussion between me
and A recently about the omnipresent Game of Thrones.
Me: Oh my god, I can’t believe
Jaime went back to save her!
A: See, I told you you’ll have a
change of heart about him by the end of this season.
Me: Hmm. Wait. What?
A: He’s turned nice.
Me: But I liked him bad!
And that, dear friends, is the
issue.
Be it Jaime Lannister, or Lost’s
Sawyer (by the way, don’t they look uncannily similar?!?), McSteamy or even The
Mummy’s Mummy, they’re weirdly hotter than the Rob Starks, Doctors, McDreamys
and Mummy Slayers, aren’t they? Well, maybe my examples are a bit warped, but
seriously, why did Olivia Newton John fall for the bad bad T Bird John Travolta
in the original high school chick
flick (Grease people, seriously, go
watch some movies that originated before Die Hard! Or at least watch it to see
John Travolta sing and dance)?
Okay fine. Why was Tom Cruise so
hot in Top Gun? Or Val Kilmer in The Saint? Or Robert Downey Jr. in well, all
his movies?!
Because they’re intrinsically
screwed up and bad.
And the thought of being the one
thing in the world that a Bad Boy turns good for, is somehow the sexiest thing
in the world.
At least on paper.
In reality, it’s plain stupid.
And we should hit all the writers
on their heads who don’t really get that. Why the hell did Carrie Bradshaw
choose Big over Eiden? The guy who made her cry ALL the time, over the guy who was
ready to give her the world?
Why did Blaire Waldorf choose the
guy who sold her in exchange of a building, left her stranded at the airport
(even if it was next to his private jet) before a vacation, over, well, a well
mannered Prince?
Because they’re stupid y’all.
Good guys are difficult to come
by. Very very difficult. And the
worst part is, we don’t take them seriously when they do. Because, wait, you’ll
actually make me your highest
priority?! Over your bike, car and ego? Unreal.
What?? You’ll pick me up? Go away you anti-feminist.
You’ll actually understand my
need for a career? Even think of leaving your life behind for me? Stop lying to get into my pants.
Respect? You respect me?? Seriously?
Oh, but that guy, that guy will treat me like shit and not be respectful,
and for him, I’ll turn into a psycho stalker and pledge my life.
Screwed up, we are, at times.
Or. We grow up. And realize just how lucky we are.
And learn what happiness really is.
