Posted at 2:00 PM Apr 08, 2010By Andrea Grimes
Sadly, the shirtless Reynolds shots were less than copious. But the crazy I was driven by this one single romantic comedy was extensive. At the end of the film, I found myself both bawling and feminist-furious: the movie's romantic logic made absolutely no sense, yet I was pissed off that this nonsensical bullshit romance was not present in my own life. Why was I, as a thinking feminist lady, so nutballed by this stupid, stupid film?
There seems to have been a lot of feminist rom-com pooh-poohing going on on the ladyt00bz of late, and so after watching The Proposal, I couldn't help but wonder: do rom-coms make us crazy?
Until last night, I hadn't watched a romantic comedy since the last time I was in a relationship. Some women find rom-coms soothing and hope-giving. I find them false and misleading. So my getting-over-someone process includes alcohol, cigarettes, casual sex and immersing myself in work and school. It does not involve ice cream and crying at stupid romantic comedies whilst painting the toenails of my girlfriends and using my cat as a tissue box. But last night, I felt confident in my singleladyhood and also wooed by the potential of seeing aforementioned Reynolds with his shirt off. The resulting rom-com watching was certainly ladyboner-inducing, but it was also the first time in a long time since I can remember that I felt bad about not having a boyfriend (who would fall in love with me 3 days after hating me and who would fly across the country and ask me to marry him so that I wouldn't be deported so we could date and probably have the babies and shit someday). I DON'T EVEN LIKE BABIES AND SHIT.
Is it coincidence, then, that I have not watched any romantic comedies and also been blissfully single for months? My real-world life positively reinforces the decisions I've made: I am happy with myself, my friends, my career. So, wherefore the ridiculous socio-cultural power of the not only fictional, but patently improbable, rom-com? How is the rom-com able to override all logical knowledge I have about the patriarchy, relationships, the general workings of the world, all to leave me sobbing at the same time I'm shaking my fist at the screen? Am I a bad feminist? Am I no feminist at all? Or am I simply a lady who, despite all her emotional prowess and strength, has been inculcated with particular cultural beliefs that cannot be overridden in a few short feminist-thinking years? And if I, with all of my supposed feminist knowledge, am still charmed by the ridiculously improbable romances of movies like this, what does this mean for those among us who take these films at face value?
I'm just saying, if someone wants to compile a YouTube video of just clips of Ryan Reynolds with his shirt off, that would save me a lot of emotional trouble of having to watch him in crappy sexist films.