Apologies for the delay in posts... work has had me in a vice grip over the
past couple of weeks..that aside...here we go...date eight...
The typecast damsel in distress, so 'blonde', so clueless yet so
imposing and impractical. Often presented as the poster child of naivete or
voted most likely to end up starring in her own Scream sequel...she just always
happens to end up in need of a bail out or 'saving'.
The fair unsuspecting maiden of course requires a champion...a hero...a
knight to ride up on a handsome steed and rescue her from the complexities of
her problems, this brave and dashing soldier is your man.
Man has long fallen for the wiles of the archetype ingénue. In fact, she
gave birth to the phenomenon that is ‘the hero’.
She never makes a conscious effort to exchange more than superficial
pleasantries with you yet she's quick to make your man her own personal
MacGyver. In all occasions, sit aside you should and watch her swoop in
and make a hero of your beau. Contend and understand that 'she's just a friend
and she had nobody else to call'.....
Wtf is wrong with women though? Like really...why do we thrive on
creating these ‘uncomfortable situations’ for each other?
ingénue meet the vamp.. #pow!
