I was expecting to do a fun-filled humour post this week after the recent feminist overload (I blame it on the fact that my friend said to me the other day: “No Jess. I just don’t think you’re a strident feminist” and ever since I’ve spent my spare time gathering all the ashes of the men I’ve burnt into bell jars to present to Queen Plath when I next visit her grave). So, today we’re feministing again or should I say, shedding the feminist light onto an issue that’s taken a backseat recently: dating.
It wasn’t until a few weeks ago, when I found myself trying to get out of a first date situation, that I realised you rarely see women in films turning down men. Now I don’t just mean rejecting the homeless man with halitosis that approaches the Jennifer-Aniston-level-of-hot main character, in the empty country pub she ends up in after her car’s coincidentally broken down outside, and offers to be the plus one to her sister’s wedding. We all know that fictional characters are shallow enough to turn down someone that hasn’t washed for four years, but what about the normal, nice guy that they’ve slept with by the time the credits are rolling. Why do they never turn down people- not because there’s anything aesthetically or physically wrong with them but- because they just don’t want to be with them? Apart from the secondary character whose name no one can really remember, no one in films ends up single. Continue reading