I have recently begun to notice that being a college aged woman
has afforded me with unique position in life. And a unique set of supposed
desires.
For instance, Friday nights not spent out on the town are
supposed to be spent with "my girls"-- "my squad", "my
sistahs", or whatever monikers you want to put on my group of female
friends. Stereotypically, a night like this would include make-overs, fuzzy
socks, gossip, nails, and yes-- the typical Rom-Com.
I don't have anything much against Romantic Comedies. I don't.
Aside from the fact that I don't typically like them. But I understand why
other people do.
And maybe it's because of college(or rather in spite of it),
but I have found myself developing a taste for the occasional Rom-Com. Though,
I'm still pretty selective about the ones that I'll give the time of day.
After all, as my homie Oscar Wilde once said, "Life
imitates Art far more than Art imitates Life".
And at first I thought that sounded rather pretentious. But
after watching enough Rom-Coms, I think that phrase might be more accurate than
I originally gave Oscar credit for.
Here's the problem with our Rom-Com culture. Especially for
its prime viewers-- largely college aged or twenty-something women who are often
single, a bit lonely, and more than a little salty about it.
You see, in our culture, we have begun to use Rom-Coms as
the barometer of a healthy relationship.
A few things I have noticed from my Rom-Com viewing. And
note, I am no expert nor do I claim to be a film connoisseur, as there is many a Rom-Com that I have left
untried. But Rom-Coms typically feature
young adults who are:
1) dating
2) single and soon to be dating
3) friends with benefits
4) recently divorced and looking for a second chance
Note: there are rarely Rom-Coms that feature young married
couples. After all, normally, the man
gets down on one knee and pops the question at the end of the movie. After some hilarious mishaps, a cheesy
over-the-top date...and a scene or two of passionate sex if the couple hasn't already been living together for a while.
Hm. It seems these Rom-Coms don't really make a convincing
case for chastity--- do they?
But why is that a problem?
Surely, chastity is impossible, unrealistic, and an
invention of the patriarchy, right?
After all, we have birth
control now. Women can have sex as casually and carefree as a man. Ah,
sweet liberation. Why do we even need chastity
among consenting adults anymore if pregnancy can be avoided?
Well. I can think of a few reasons.
It may seem strange for me to say that we let Rom-Coms set
the barometer on our relationships. It may seem like a foolish, naive ravings
of a virginal college girl.
Maybe it is. Maybe it isn't.
But here are a few things I've noticed:
I've also noticed that we females have developed a sort of
'check-list' of sorting and figuring guys out. If one of them takes you to
dinner, buys you flowers, makes you food, says you look pretty--- then he's
doing everything right. And I agree, he is doing things right. Just not....everything.
Most of the time, it is here that a check-list ends. But it seems we've left
off a few steps haven't we? Is he virtuous? Does he care about your deeply held
moral convictions? Your religion? Does he want the same future as you? Does he
treat your family with respect? Is fidelity important to him? Does he pray with you? Too often, I feel
like we fall into the trap of making a surface-level check-list and as soon as
a man fulfills the basics, we consider him worthy to be handed our hearts and
bodies. In fact, if he complete said check-list it is almost assumed we are
obliged to hand over our hearts and bodies--- no strings attached.
But sure, any frat-boy can buy flowers at WalMart. But it
takes a man to lay down his life for
you.
And in some bizarre way, I think this all stems from our
desire for our lives to imitate what we see on those screens. After all, how
many times do we say 'it was so perfect, it was just like the movies', or 'I
wish we could just have a night like that one scene in '______'
After all, life seems so much easier in those movies. In
those movies, there's no screaming match or slammed door that can't be fixed by
passionate sex.
After all, in those movies, the perfect proposal and engagement
ring solves every ill or past heart-break.
We can assume that these fictional couples live
happily-ever-after because we are never invited to see what happens after the
end credits. But I don't think it's a secret that in world setting the bar for
the highest divorce rate in human history, it goes to show that many couples
believe putting on rings in the sight of their friends, family with erase and
censure any reservations or problems.
And I daresay in many couples cases (though definitely not
all, as each marriage situation is different), perhaps it is because Mr. Right,
had to meet only one very short list of requirements to be considered to be doing everything right.
With phrases thrown around on college campuses like 'Ring
Before Spring', and other euphemisms for marriage it seems like many of my
generation rush into marriage without taking the time to plum the proper depths
of the other person, the relationship, and the possible problems therein.
After all, if the marriage or relationship doesn't work out,
well.....he must not have been 'The One'. Time to go back to the
drawing board...
And I don't mean to sound overly-critical, (though no doubt
I do to some), but this honestly comes from a place of compassion and pity.
After all, for a variety of reasons too numerous to name here, we women
often-times as soon as puberty shoves us out onto center stage as terrified and
newly metamorphosed adults, we are gripped with a deep-seated insecurity and
feelings of insufficiency.
An insecurity that leads us to sleeping with the pretty boy
who bought you the fancy dinner, because after all, don't you owe him, and isn't
this what first dates are for, and maybe, just maybe this will make him... stay?
After all, he bought you flowers. Check.
He smells good. Check.
He's funny. Check.
These standards we create
based on our falsified views of love and romance, create cultural expectations
and a sort of formula our relationships
are supposed to follow.
These expectations inevitably poison us and keep us in a
cycle of relationships that aren't good for us, despite the fact, that on
paper, they show the hallmarks of the ideal.
A Nigerian writer, speaker, and women's right's activist,
founder of Culture of Life Africa,
Obianuju Ekeocha, once wrote that girls in Nigeria had relatively little
trouble understanding the privacy and sacredness of sex, and living lives of
chastity and abstinence, but now "many African girls are no longer sure about moral sexual ethics thanks to the wide-spread influence of Western media, movies, and magazines."
Hm. Curious how that works.
Because, here, we have been taught for so long here in the
Western world, that our personalities and hearts are not enough to make a man
stay. We owe him our body too. It's practically expected. And isn't it expected that we move in together. I mean, we've been dating for over a year now and
After all.
He dresses nice.
Check.
He paid for dinner. Check.
He tells you you're pretty. Check.
And please, please, maybe he could be the one. Because if
you don't take him, then he's gone. And then you won't find anyone half as
good. Maybe the next one won't even check off half the list. And then you'll
end up having to settle.
We always talk about settling. About missing out on true
love and settling for someone less than our absolute soul- mate. But as a culture
we are settling. Big time.
We've settled for our partners asking for nude pics over
texts and thinking that's sexy.
We've settled for our
partners watching porn and calling that healthy
We've settled for our partners ditching after a year or two
or three of cohabitation and called that a break
up.
We've settled for Facebook messages and called that communication.
We've settled for a dinner and sex and called that a first date
We've settled for Netflix and sex and called that chilling
We've settled for an 'I'm sorry text' and called that reconciliation
But you see, I don't really blame us. I can't. Without any
examples of what real, true love looks like. Without any examples of
self-sacrificing, messy, faith-based, grounded love, how could you expect any
different? Without any idea of what intentional dating or sacramental marriage
is lived out--- how could we ever be expected to do anything else but for us to
live in a casual dating and hook-up culture where marriage is merely a thing
'some people do' rather than a goal of all dating relationships?
Without these examples, without these witnesses, my
generation doesn't know where to begin. When all we have are examples like
this--- no wonder we are locked into this cycle.
When condoms are handed out on college campuses under the
pretense of 'health and wellness', no wonder it feels unnatural to wait.
When abstinence is equated with repression and is treated
like a burden-- no wonder it feels impossible.
And when Rom-Coms are no longer treated as fiction and
treated as some sort of standard---
no wonder we are in a marriage crisis.
Don't get me wrong. I have nothing against a Rom-Com night
with my roommates. I don't have anything against Rom- Coms. But I do have
something against what they have done to our culture.
I want movies that give me an example. I want movies that
treat chastity as casually as most movies treat sex. I want movies where
couples are chaste and authentic and don't draw attention to themselves for
being such. (As well-intentioned as the movie Old Fashioned is, it isn't exactly fraught with realism). I want movies where couples uphold each others' dignity and keep each other accountable. I want
movies were couples fight for, die for, and are real with each other. (And more
real than just making fart-jokes around each other). The kind of real that
doesn't just involve wearing no make-up, or telling the truth. A kind of real
that involves caring for each other--
body and soul, not just pondering if we even have a soul (sorry, John Green, your couples don't quite fit the
bill). A kind of real where couples care for each others' virtue, values, and
spiritual health. A kind of real where each person has the end goal of sanctity for the other person.
A kind of real where a couple doesn't settle.
Now, this may all seem very idealist. But then again, I have
always been one to dream big. But for me, that kind of fairy-tale love where
the prince slays the dragon, climbs the tower, and sails the ocean for his love
sounds like a far better and more desirable love to me. And far more
sustainable and tangible than a love composed of carnal desire and quirky
mishaps followed by the right dash of charm and humor. *Cue recent acoustic cut of popular song playing in background while rain softly patters on windowpane*.
Maybe that's why GK
Chesterton once wrote expressing the sentiment that 'fairytales are more than true...'
The trouble with Rom-Coms, and with Art, is that sooner or
later, life begins to look a lot like them.
But if my love is merely to be composed of Polaroid moments,
Instagram-worthy selfies, and casual sex, not directed towards any other purpose than pleasure or fun then really---
Is it love at all?
Omnia Gratia Sunt.
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