Romantic Comedies
I never understood why women love romantic comedies so much. They’re always about some incredibly gorgeous girl and her plight to find Mr. Right. It’s always some girl like Julia Roberts or J Lo who you know has no problem getting a man. Some perfect 10 gets swept off her feet and every women stands up cheering, crying tears of joy. Yet, if some perfect 10 walks into the bar you’re at, every single one of you cops an attitude. You and your friends start talking about her. “Look at that bitch.” “Who does she think she is?” “Only a slut would wear those shoes.” “Fake tits.” However, if that girl’s on the big screen being chased in the rain by a guy holding a boom box playing “In Your Eyes”, she’s your hero.
If I were a woman I’d find romantic comedies depressing. Take every Meg Ryan movie for example. Meg Ryan is an incredibly attractive woman and in all her movies she plays an intelligent, successful woman yet it basically takes a miracle for her, an intelligent, successful, gorgeous woman to find a good man. She’s meeting guys through radio shows and over the Internet. She’s faking orgasms in a diner just to get attention. Then in City of Angels she falls in love with a man who isn’t even alive. He’s an angel. And no I don’t mean he’s so wonderful, he’s an angel. I mean, he’s an angel! He’s from heaven! She, Meg Ryan couldn’t get one good man who’s living on this plane. And then, to top it all off, in the movie Kate and Leopold the man of her dreams is from the year 1870. He comes through a portal of time to sweep her off her feet. She couldn’t attract one nice guy from this time period. Meg Ryan needs time travel or an act of god to find true happiness yet Cosmo tells you, Sally Average, you can go to the grocery store and find your man. He’s in frozen foods just waiting to sweep you off your feet. Your soul mate’s buying fish sticks.
I guess the moral to all this is that women are retarded or that they really feel a good man is extremely rare. I’m talking like for every 50 good women there’s 1 good man kind of rare. I don’t think that’s true but to get into all this would mean I’d have to type a lot more. We’ll save that for another blog. I will now imagine people telling themselves they look forward to reading that blog.
If I were a woman I’d find romantic comedies depressing. Take every Meg Ryan movie for example. Meg Ryan is an incredibly attractive woman and in all her movies she plays an intelligent, successful woman yet it basically takes a miracle for her, an intelligent, successful, gorgeous woman to find a good man. She’s meeting guys through radio shows and over the Internet. She’s faking orgasms in a diner just to get attention. Then in City of Angels she falls in love with a man who isn’t even alive. He’s an angel. And no I don’t mean he’s so wonderful, he’s an angel. I mean, he’s an angel! He’s from heaven! She, Meg Ryan couldn’t get one good man who’s living on this plane. And then, to top it all off, in the movie Kate and Leopold the man of her dreams is from the year 1870. He comes through a portal of time to sweep her off her feet. She couldn’t attract one nice guy from this time period. Meg Ryan needs time travel or an act of god to find true happiness yet Cosmo tells you, Sally Average, you can go to the grocery store and find your man. He’s in frozen foods just waiting to sweep you off your feet. Your soul mate’s buying fish sticks.
I guess the moral to all this is that women are retarded or that they really feel a good man is extremely rare. I’m talking like for every 50 good women there’s 1 good man kind of rare. I don’t think that’s true but to get into all this would mean I’d have to type a lot more. We’ll save that for another blog. I will now imagine people telling themselves they look forward to reading that blog.
posted by Rob Maher at 12:57 PM
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