Currently, I am trying to deal with the museum of fantasies (and possibly delusions, definitely a few illusions) that have wriggled in between my teeth. No one really flosses, so there has to be some other way of getting my subconscious to stop expecting song dedications from bad boys being backed up by the marching band. I recently read through my high school year book: the word "sarcastic" appears 27 times, yet, fresh out of college four years later I think of myself as a true, though perhaps embarrassed and unenthused, closet Romantic. Give me Keats. Give me Shakespeare. Give me Julia Roberts in thigh-high pleather boots.
How did this happen? I am a rational being, an independent sort of spirit. Why do I constantly fantasize over meet-cutes? Did I actually just make a speech to this guy that we can't always wait for perfect timing, that "things like this" don't happen all over the place, willy-nilly, that when you find "things like this" you have to just "go for it," and did I expect him to buy it? And did I expect myself to buy it?
I am going to now stop asking rhetorical questions. I am going to state my purpose: to write about films in the loose genre of romantic comedies. Because while I could not scientifically prove that these films are the reason that I have what may possibly be unreasonable expectations of romantic relationships (including speeches, dance numbers, and shooting stars), we all know that they are probably 20-80% of the problem. These movies deserve to be scrutinized by the skeptic's eye and I know, maybe everybody is doing it because no one really takes rom-coms seriously (everyone rolls their eyes at rainy kisses), but I do take them seriously because they have seriously effected my life probably. I do not intend to rip them up or prove them wrong or silly or unuseful, I don't want to. I just want to open up ideas of romance to encompass more than committed men and weepy women.
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