There’s no such thing as the grand gesture. There’s no such thing as a happy ending (that doesn’t involve twenty extra dollars and a very accommodating masseuse). Romance novel and movie love isn’t real…it’s a fallacy that women share with other women to keep hope alive.
RomComs are feminine propaganda. Just like the famed “Harry Potter” series deludes children into thinking they’re special and have a higher purpose, RomComs have women thinking the perfect guy is out there…and if he is, that he always comes back. But a lie is a lie is a lie.
My son and I have watched nothing but romantic comedies for the last three days. Every one in my collection (though I’m pretty sure I have more comedies and action films than RomComs)…but since the wifi is out (still…ugh…kill me), I’m relegated to what’s in my personal collection. Every minute is a heart-string-tugging bunch of bullshit. Human garbage taunting me with these malicious dreams…these unattainable goals.
Now we’re watching “Jersey Girl”…I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed this film…even if Jennifer Lopez is in it. That’s real life…you have something perfect and amazing for just a moment, and then it’s gone. Alone with your kid, alone with your life. Alone. That’s reality.
And reality fucking sucks.