Here’s the Problem: I may or may not have just come back from a fantastic movie (don’t want to ruin it for anyone else). And as I (may or may not have) exited the theater I felt satisfied. Relieved. Happy. Why? Because the main character found “love”. And while in the meantime she may be homeless and jobless and friendless, we are conditioned to believe that as long as she’s found love – or at least a nice man to spend some time with – she is complete.
I cry bullshit. Since when does meeting a boy mean that the rest of your problems go away? I can’t remember the last time I, or a friend of mine, started dating someone and no additional stress arose from it. It’s absurd to think that a new man in your life will override your debt, calm your workplace woes, make the relationship with your parents finally work. And yet we believe that our leading lady can take a sigh of relief now that she’s finally met a really swell dude.
Listen, if you’re looking for what the power of love can provide, don’t look here. The last time I was in love I spent 4 years crying into a fold of my own fat wishing that tissues were marshmallows. But I do know what love cannot provide. Particularly a roof over your head and a paycheck (and if it does, that isn’t love, that’s prostitution). I, just like every other girl in that theater, would have been unsatisfied if the final scene lead our girl into a her very own cubicle instead of a charming man’s arms. But what does that say? That we think resolution can only come in the form of a romantic companion? Yes. It does. How sad.
Actual Problem: Fuckin spoiler alert. I’m sorry. But tell me, if all we need is love, I’d like to know. I’d like to stop spending my nights with friends and my money on making my apartment look nice, and my days busting my ass at work. If all I need is a fellow to solve all my problems then sign me up for match.com and find me a profile photo that accentuates my jaw line. But if I’m right, and there’s life beyond puppy love, then stop making movies that say otherwise.