Boy meets girl. Boy and girl fall in love. Boy and girl have break-up. Boy and girl get back together. Boy and girl live happily ever after. It is a story we all know. It is a story every girl dreams about from the time we start watching Cinderella. The knight in shining armor coming to whisk us way to the perfect life. The white horse, strong man and everything we’ve ever dreamed of. Truth of the matter: it’s all a fallacy. It doesn’t exist.
The truth of everything is that there is no such thing as a perfect love, a perfect man or a perfect Hollywood ending. Why is it okay for society to disillusion women ever where? Why is it that the only way for a woman to be happy is to be married? Literature, throughout all centuries, have shared this common thought. Every female character is weak or dependant or has a weakness that only a man can fix.
The movie industry and commercial Harlequin romance novels prove this. Every romantic comedy ends with the protagonists falling in love and living happily ever after. A woman is not fulfilled unless there is a good man beside her. Romance is just that: romantic. It is an ideal that we fantasize about. It is an abstract concept like the idea of time and space. We think we understand it, only because we have been told what it should be; what elements are included.
But the question now lies in front of us: why can’t we have this. Why when we leave a movie can’t we continue the cozy, hopeful feelings that we leave with? Again, the ideal doesn’t exist. But yet a part of me wants it too. I want to be Cinderella or the female protagonist that gets the wonderful guy at the end of the movie or novel. I want to live every day in the land of fantasy; where nothing is not perfect. Perfect man; perfect children; perfect house. I want the fairy tale. Who wouldn’t?
