Tuesday, May 26, 2009

love in the movies.

I am increasingly aware that the perfect man does not exist.

Yes, I am perfectly aware that all humans, by default are not perfect, but I need to articulate my idea of perfect more clearly.

By perfect, I mean the type of perfect that most men in the movies or television are; they have flaws but these flaws are usually so miniscule that the good outweighs the bad and they are in a sense perfect.

They know just what to say. What to do. How to touch to make any girl swoon. They have the perfect combination of bad boy, sweetheart, and passion to be irresistable.

My generation, being the technology generation, has grown up in front of the television, movies, and internet. Is it really fair that our ideals of the perfect man are based off of something as fake as Pamela Anderson's breasts?

Take Edward from Twilight for example. Finally women around the world have found the perfect man...and then we discover he isn't a man at all, but a vampire who wants to suck your blood...or, from another perspective, such a perfect man/vampire isn't Edward at all, but just someone who knows how to read a script.

Or what about Noah from The Notebook. Kyle from Kyle XY. Nathan from One Tree Hill.

Where is the man that would rather cuddle than have sex? Where is the man who doesn't care who is watching when you're together? Where is the purely unselfish man who loves you unconditionally, no matter what? Where is the man who thinks you're beautiful make-up or not, night or morning after?

I understand the perfectness that goes into these Hollywood roles are exactly what gets so many viewers, and each perfect word uttered by the perfectly perfect, tanned, manly, muscular hearthrob of the minute has been carefully constructed by a room of people who write and script the show for a living...but it's not fair.

It's just not fair.

I hate cinema magic for making me crave something so perfect and magical that can never be.

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