Why is it so wrong to always want the fairy tale? Little girls grow up on disney flicks, move on to john Hughes movies and graduate to romantic comedies expecting life to hand out delicious life expectancies like entrees at an upscale new york restaurant. It’s like we get some sick pleasure out of watching these romances (which are painstakingly predictable, and if they’re not, they’re not worth watching) and then when they’re over, we go back to living these lives that pale in comparison. What sick pleasure do we really get out of wanly obsessing over these trivial farces? Not that i don’t believe in love and happiness, it just never seems to work out the way that most women idealize. is this some vestigial remain from decades ago when car doors were opened for us and sex was something that wasn’t expected before you knew someone’s street address and last name? Was it something that women gave up in return for random sexual encounters, low cut tops and sex in the backseat of a car? If you analyze any of these disney cartoons, these featured women, despite whatever hardships they commonly face throughout the movie (many dealing with a ridiculous stepmother, which after moving back home, is a much easier situation for me to imagine) in the end they always get the prince and live happily ever after. With the divorce rate in this country well over 50%, there must be something inherently different in the dating scene/love life for many american women. Were we really better off staying home from work, taking care of the children and having dinner on the table by 5? I wonder if these women would consider their lives living the fairytale, especially compared with how many women are living today. Is it worth the sacrifice for freedom and independence for happiness and security? many feminists who came before me would probably proclaim loudly with a no, but really, how many of these women are happy? they always seem angry to me.
Loveaudrey
