If
you’re a living, breathing human girl and you tell me you’ve NEVER been
attracted to someone your dad wouldn’t hesitate chasing off with a baseball
bat, then you’re a liar.
For
years, countless forms of media have been geared at promoting a
hyper-sexualized characterization of the possessive, testosterone-driven and excitingly
forbidden leading man. In other words, Christian Grey.
I
know what you’re thinking: “OMG SEXINESS OVERLOAADDD!!!” right? Yeah, I used to
think so, too.
| They're pretty nice to look at though. |
I’m
a teenaged girl. Of course I’ve fantasized about falling in love with a bad boy. A huge chunk of my daydreaming
quota is dedicated to guys fighting each other because of me or entering bouts
of pseudo-depression when I’m not around. This will probably bar me from
joining any feminist movement in the future, but I thought completely losing myself
in the process of finding love was romantic.
I thought having a soul mate meant that I could depend on someone to tie me
down to Earth and become my sole purpose for living (even if he was slightly
off his rocker).
Damn
you, Romeo and Juliet, for making me revel in the tragedy of love ending in
double suicide. Damn you, too, Twilight, for making me feel like that’s totally
normal in a modern – albeit slightly fictional – setting. But though Romeo
admittedly does fickle like nobody’s business, he doesn’t fit into our average
bad boy stereotype. Edward Cullen, on the other hand… Sparkly vampire
predisposed to kill you, unhinge your self-esteem and watch you sleep? Back. Away. RIGHT NOW.
I
used to dream about dating bad boys for several reasons. Now, I’m going to
attempt explaining to my past self – and to you – why I was so stupid to
consider them worthy of my adolescent infatuation.
