I’ve been watching a lot of old movies lately, since I sprained my ankle about a month ago. So now finally everything about me is slightly twisted, I suppose. Anyway, the movie I just finished is “Pretty Woman,” a fairy tale about a prostitute who meets her prince.
I believe most girls have carefully watched this movie more than once, but do you remember what happens at the very end on the staircase? He goes, “So what happened after he climbed up the tower and rescued her?” And she replies, “She rescues him right back.” See, we are all deeply scarred now. Everyone needs to be rescued.
And do you remember the music? Well, it’s from the opera they watch earlier in the movie, La Traviata, another story about a prostitute who meets her prince but is forced to leave him because his dad doesn’t approve, which is of course quite different from the happy ending of the movie, in which his dad is conveniently dead already and can’t possibly be there to disapprove physically.
But why do we feel the need to marry someone who meets our parents’ and/or children’s approval? Aren’t we all grown up enough to decide for ourselves? Women have watched all the chick flicks to learn everything there is to know about love, and men have all watched enough porn to learn everything there is to know about sex. We are all well prepared. Do we really need any one’s approval?
Parents and children all leave us sooner or later. And friends are either already in a relationship or in the pursuit of one. Anyway I believe if they love us, they will be glad to see us happy, no matter whom we choose to love.
I have never chosen my partner to please anyone else but myself, because only I know what I really want and only I can feel how I feel.
Hmmm, I think I should skype my psychiatrist friend now.