Do you ever just have a random epiphany?
Despite my general apathy towards all things dating in real life, I deeply enjoy a good romcom. However, I have very specific tastes that make a lot of sense considering the, well… “general apathy” thing.
A few examples:
The “I hate everyone but you” romcoms- which differ slightly from the classic “enemies to lovers” trope because the protagonists either hate EVERYONE (think “Something’s Gotta Give”) or everyone hates them (think “Destination Wedding”)
The “this is billed as a classic romance, but the romance is actually the secondary storyline/ plot vehicle/ motivation for the real story of the woman figuring her shit out on her own” romcoms (think “27 Dresses”, “Runaway Bride” or “No Strings Attached”)
The “we are REALLY f*cked up people, but we recognize this about each other and as such, are really kind to each other about it” romcoms (think “Bad Teacher” or “Sleeping with Other People”)
If you notice a general theme, it is love for the unlovable. I do have a heart here somewhere. What you will ALSO notice is no one is saved, there are no big cheesy display of romance finales, and a lot of times, the characters acknowledge they are stuck with each other with no more than a shrug (I detest “The Notebook”, but I LOVE this about the younger characters. I will watch no other part of the movie than ol’ girl driving up, getting out of the car, and shrugging. It is the realest shit ever).
Which is why my lowkey love for…Cinderella-type stories? Makes absolutely no sense.
I love “Ever After”. Could watch “Pretty Woman” every night and never get bored. “Crazy Rich Asians”? My shit. I even tolerate the 50 Shades Trilogy (I find it funny, so it’s a romcom). If a woman gets whisked away by a rich man, I’ve watched it twice. Despite big cheesy display of romance finales, sappy unrealistic endings and my forever irk about Vivian Ward not just taking the apartment.
So where does the epiphany factor in? Well, there is *gestures wildly* all this happening around us. While it has all been happening, I managed to find myself a new job. I’ve been at said job long enough to leave it for a week, yet I trudge away at the daily grind. What, praytell, is the delay?
My job involves making other’s lives easier. Which leaves me zero energy to organize anything “nice” for myself. Because I can’t enjoy it if I gotta plan it. By then, all I want is a nap.
I might get so far as to pick a hotel for a staycation, then cancel at the thought of packing and getting my house prepared for my absence. Open OpenTable, dig through all the available places with outdoor dining, close it right back up at the thought of figuring out which mode of transport won’t take me two hours to get home after. Look up resorts, nix it after realizing I have to navigate procuring a plane ticket that does not cost more than the down payment on my apartment. I have the luxury of doing this flake dance for leisure activities, which I take advantage of often as I can’t for health appointments (they have to happen, hook or by crook).
While giving myself this runaround for the umpteenth time this weekend it dawned on me; all those movies with the rich men? Since they were bringing the (poor?) women into THEIR world and not vice-versa, well.. the women have no knowledge and as such, could not be tasked with handling a single detail. Their attire is purchased, the location is decided, the luggage is packed (or simply stocked upon arrival) with not one ounce of their input. What I love to watch, is a woman having to bring nothing but herself to the waiting plane, train or automobile.
Friends, apparently my kink is having an assistant.