I had a very lovely evening the other night hanging with old friends I will keep anonymous for now. HOWEVER, I also came to a insightful conclusion last night and this morning that Mallory helped put a name to.
Manic-Pixie-Dream-Girl
Alright fellas, now I know there have to be some realistic men out there. I know that they exisit. But I find them increasingly hard to find. Men sometimes accuse women of having unrealistic romantic notions of a “knight in shining armor”. And yea, sure, what woman wouldn’t like some gallant handsome stranger to be madly devoted to her?
But fellas, you have the manic-pixie-dream-girl. The girl who’s a little on the crazy side. She’s somewhat of a mess in some way or another. She needs to be rescued AND as you rescue her she makes you realize that love does exist and she makes you a better man. The pixie part comes in where the women that portray them always tend to be diminutive in stature.
Think Natalie Portman in Garden State or Kirsten Dunst in any stupid movie she’s been in or Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany’s.
These women for sure do exist but these women DO NOT MAKE FOR A GOOD RELATIONSHIP.
That crazy bitch that needs to be rescued, her crazy might seem cute at first, but she is still gonna be crazy even after you “rescue” her. And I doubt she’s actually made you a “better man” too-you’re just seriously caught in her web of crazy! Its a fucking slippery slope.
I don’t want to be saved. Saving implies I’m incomplete or insufficient in some way and that I’m too fucking stupid to figure it out.
I don’t want a knight on a horse either. I just want something real.
