Well, who doesn’t know and love this wonderful movie produced by Disney?
But it’s not the movie I want to talk about today but a subject which has quite a lot to do with the title: I asked myself a question (my boyfriend made me think about it, when he asked me the same questions a few times).
Why do women always love assholes?
Well, I think I got the answer: We love assholes, because when it comes to love, relationships, etc. we are kind of naive and perhaps a bit daft. Yeah, I know, now all those wannabe-feminists out there are grabbing their high heels to throw them at me, but ladies…you know it’s true.
A woman in love is a blind, silly, daffy little bunny, who just sees the nice side of a man in the beginning and ignores the evil side later. And here it comes, the phrase everyone knows and which is the explanation for almost everything: Women believe, truly believe, they could change men the way they want.
I don’t think I have to tell you that we can’t do this. We’re not able to do this. But though we know it, though our mind really understands it, there’s still hope. A tiny little naive, irrational and stupid hope, that things propagated by Hollywood and Disney can be real.
Inside of every woman there’s still a little girl dreaming of being a princess and believing that their dreams will come true. And this is also the part of us that still hopes we could change men.
What we also know, but don’t want to realize is the fact that we don’t want a boring, brainless Mr. Niceguy who says “Yes darling, I know darling, whatever you want, darling!”
We always chose the asshole because we don’t feel attracted to the nice guys. Can you find the mistake? If we take the asshole because we’re bored of the others, why do we hope we could change him to what we actually don’t like?
That’s easy, too: We need the satisfaction. The feeling of power. WE WANT TO BE THE LEADER IN OUR RELATIONSHIP. But we still don’t understand that being the one who has the control doesn’t leave us happy. The journey is the reward. We’re content as long as we try to vary the asshole of our hearts.
That’s why we favor Hugh Grant over Colin Firth, Anakin over Luke (for the little girls Edward over Jacob), The Rolling Stones over The Beatles,…
The evil is fascinating, mysterious and undefinable. We want the independent, elliptical rockstar who just wants to fuck himself through the masses of groupies without caring about their feelings…and we want to be the one he falls in love with and eventually tames him.