Marie
... all the stuff I have so far read on this site could have been
said by me. In fact, I am sure I have expressed the same views to my
surroundings. Especially on people who refuse to take responsibility of
themselves and their own pickles, not to mention people who feel entitled to be
emotionally abusive to others because someone, once, somewhere, perhaps 30 years
ago, was nasty to them and THEY JUST WON'T LET IT GO!
Oh no, because we might actually grow from it. And become stronger,
which would mean we had to actually start doing things for ourselves.
However, I was supposed to be original.
So since it is soon valentine's day, the day of romance, some words
on that matter (I am an MA student of Arthurian narratives, so bear with my
symbolic language here - and feel free to have a good laugh on my account)
I am a sucker for love. I love love. Tristan and Iseult is my favourite
love-story. Yep, another reason why I am a Heartless Bitch. I actually read
books. And Tris and Izzy just gets me here.
Mainly because they have their priorities straight. They are
passionate, they are highly erotic, and they are, first and foremost, adults,
not afraid of taking matters into their own hands to follow their own
agenda.
BUT!! the story of Tris and Izzy, at least in its original form, is
not a 'romance' at all. It is way too juicy and way too vibrant for that. There
is no whining and pining, but lots of wonderful, passionate, rampant fucking, a
good deal about real involvement, humor and cunning. The good kind of
cunning.
Also, this couple actually have rows.
See, I friggin hate 'romance'. Romance has nothing, at all,
whatsoever, to do with love. Romance is a sick and twisted kind of notion of
'true' love having to do with chocolate and flowers and pink fuzzy bears holding
hearts (REAL hearts are huge, pounding, gory red fists of life. No fuzz
there!).
Going further back, 'romance' has its roots in the medievæl concept
of courtly love, a sickening concept wherein the main focus of the whole thing
is that the whole relationship should be a never consummated yearning. The woman
is the Holy Virgin, until the moment she shows any kind of sexual interest, or
let her worshipful knight touch her, in which instant she transforms immediately
into the Whore.
And of course, Knight can't love Whore, because someone brainwashed
them both into believing that true LOOOVE is pining about for a cake you never
actually eat from (not to mention what it's like being viewed as a cake, rather
than a person).
Hello, Paulinian split! I'd really really like to be allowed to be a
woman, in stead of either a virgin or a whore, but failing that, sign me up for
the Whore section. They, at least, have the possibility of getting it on - if
they feel any particular desire to get it on with a guy who think they are a
half-eaten cake - in which cases, I myself subscribe to a good vibrator in
stead.
People (men AND women) who profess to be romantic, in my experience, are
the same people who evaporate the instant relations - be it friendship or love -
start demanding the slightest bit of effort on their part. These people simply
can't handle, say, arguments, or the fact that even the person you love farts
and goes to the toilet. And they have this weird notion that 'true' love means
no arguments. No disagreements. No annoyances or embarrassing situations. EVER.
Just sitting-around-gawking-into-each-others-eyes-forever-Amen.
This goes for both men, women and everything in between.
Yuck.
I'm with Tris and Izzy. They are consenting adults, they have a sense
of humor, and they know what's what. Please, no romance.
Country: Denmark
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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