As a girl I flooded with images of feminine looking teenage pop stars and actors. This sufficed for some time. When I get older I watch romantic comedies like ‘So I Married an Axe Murder’ and wondered if the boys I knew could ever be so tender, so quirky, so funny as Mike Meyers. This helped pass the time. Then I dated some people. Some were assholes, some weren’t. But I realize that the supposed ‘sexy flaws’ I’d been exposed to - the cold Mr. Darcy’s or the animalistic Edwards - they weren’t worth it. I think a lot of girls mistake these characters restraint for romance, take their careless misogyny as acceptable banter… But it’s not okay, and these men - these idols - are better left fictional.
Because there are real people out there. Maybe someone’s brother, a friend, or even that guy on the subway…they are real, with real flaws and real feelings. When I fell in love for the first time it wasn’t because of a grand gesture or a snappy punch line. It was because I knew him well enough to know his flaws, because I was old enough to differentiate between ‘flaws’ and men who didn’t care about me, and I still wanted to be with him. And it was that…his honesty, his willingness, that I found beautiful.
I found beauty when I let go of what I thought it was supposed to look like…except that I still really want to date Mike Meyers.