Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Are Women Still Looking For Prince Charming?


Are Women Still Looking For Prince Charming?



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3 comments:

  1. I think we have all been subject to the "Prince Charming" syndrome and have hoped -- at least on one occasion -- that a powerful, rich, handsome, prince-like man will come sweep us off our feet.

    What is concerning to me is that when the Letterman story broke this week, I was disgusted, but then shrug it off and considered it just one of the many indiscretions of the celebrity community.

    A refreshing look into celebrity/political extramarital affairs is evident in CBS's The Good Wife, where a political wife deals with the repercussions of her husband's affairs and political scandals. http://www.cbs.com/primetime/the_good_wife/

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  2. I, for one, am looking for a Prince Charming. Someone who can pay off my looming student loans and save me from my exhausting life of working full-time and going to school just to better myself. Who wouldn't want to be jetted away to some exotic island or draped in jewellery? Problem is, Prince Charming always comes with a price. I have yet to meet one that isn't a disgusting, self absorbed toad. And kissing him won't change that fact

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  3. So true! Charming does come with a price! Once upon a time that was the only life that women could aspire towards in order to "better" their lives (at least financially). What is so exciting is that we have complete control to take ourselves to exotic islands and drape ourselves with jewelry. Instead of the man taking us there, perhaps he can be like a nice accessory, like a great purse or earrings -- a nice addition but the outfit is still stunning on its own!

    Of note...apparently Letterman's ratings went up this week as a result of the scandal. Momentary embarrassment, long-term financial gain. Nice.

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Thirty and *gasp* single

It started about five years ago. Everyone – and we mean EVERYONE – got married. Being in a university sorority meant we knew a lot of women – some as close friends, some as acquaintances and some simply as recurring names in the endless stream of gossip that permeated our lives as part of the so-called “Greek system.” Back then we were like all the other girls – crushing, flirting, dating, crying, begging, breaking up, getting back together, falling in and out of love and, from time to time, daring to dream of our future weddings. What would the dress look like? How many bridesmaids would we have? And – most importantly – who would the groom be? We were all travelling the same path at that time; all puzzling over the complexities and emotions of “being in a relationship;” all wondering (and worrying) – when would that wonderful, white day, with its “I dos” and promises of everlasting love and happiness, come?

And then we came to that big, fat intersection. You know the one. You can either take a right, hit cruise-control and coast down scenic Wedding Way, where the sun shines and the birds sing and all the floral arrangements match the place settings or hang a left, shift into four-wheel drive and do your darndest to navigate Lonely Lane, a rocky, winding, unpredictable route fraught with potholes, landmines and seats at the singles’ table (it’s the one at the back of the room, in case you didn't know). Read more.