When it comes to failed adulthood dreams, romantic comedies have a lot to answer for.
They’ve brainwashed us into believing true love is waiting around every corner, spontaneous rain leads to long, lingering kisses (rather than soggy hair and ruined shoes) and stalking is a super cute way to show someone you’re way into them.
Instead of finding your way into a jail cell. Which is where you belong if you pull that crap.
Countless studies and think pieces have long lamented the fact that women grow up programmed to believe the arrogant guy they’re battling at work is really just a big softy at heart. Or that declarations of true love come with a side of fireworks and a flash mob. Instead of the far more regularly used “Hey, Netflix and….?”
Swoon. If only Shakespeare were alive today.
Or there’s the fact that every time we prepare to board a plane, rom coms would have us believe the repentant love of our lives will come hurtling through the airport and sweep us off our feet before we have time to place one foot on the tarmac.
Which, in the harsh light of day, actually seems quite annoying. Could he not have used his words and expressed these feelings at a time that wouldn’t impact your pre-flight bathroom break/coffee stop? Men.
But, by far and away the very worst lie romantic comedies have fed us has nothing to do with moonlit strolls or even air travel. The stakes are much, much higher than that.
I’m talking real estate.