The promise of these movies is that the love of the right woman is transformational. It will turn the beastliest of men into a modern-day Prince Charming. Even if he treats everyone around him like rubbish – you included – hang in there, because that’s not who he really is. If you endure the rudeness, the cruelty, even the violence, for long enough, you’ll be rewarded with the love of a handsome prince and the contemporary equivalent of a gorgeous castle full of talking furniture servants.
I was cuddling with George the other day and the thought popped into my head how much I had imagined moments like it when I was younger. I asked him if he had ever thought above this kind of moment when he was younger, and he said no. I feel like girls are fed this concept of romance from such an early age (e.g. Disney princesses: the happy ending is always getting married). We have these iron-cast concepts of expected romance that are reinforced by chick-flicks, Hollywood in general, fairytales, all ‘girly’ culture. And then when the man doesn’t live up to these expectations, we feel wronged. Like he’s SUPPOSED to do these things. We’re looking for our Prince Charming and then everything will be okay. I wrote in my diary as a clinically depressed 14/15-year old that I genuinely thought that all my problems would be solved once I met my soul mate.