Again, it is Saturday! I'm beginning to like this little pattern I've started. No need to come up with catchy titles for every page. Saturday; plain and simple. I got sicker this past week but it's alright. It's all a matter of expending what little energy I have on excursions that are worth getting exhausted for. I have no appetite, which poses a problem because the body needs nourishment. I can barely gag water down. Today, I'm spending the day with two of my most favorite people; one is a childhood friend I've known for 21 years, the other is a friend I've only known for a few years but already consider a sister. For all the contempt I have for most people, the few I love are really, really loved. Extremes. What can I do? I'm wired that way.
I read an article from a humor website yesterday and it got me thinking. The article was about vampires and the allure they have for women. Apparently, vampires are the epitome of people who need saving, and what do women have? A massive savior complex. Vampires are detached from the humanity they once had, and they are now more animal than they are human. For women, this is a challenge and a treat. Vampires are physically strong but emotionally crippled. This is catnip for women. See, women get to save them from discarding their humanity, and they get to nurture what is left of their capacity to love. However, my point is: do women's savior complexes only feel compelled to save others and not themselves? The more I thought about it, the more it made sense. Women may be attracted to vampires because they also want to save themselves. For this, let's think that vampires personify strength, security (at least for others), and escape. In theory, when a vampire loves a mortal woman, that woman has the option to get away from the world she's lived in all her life. No longer bound by societal niceties, the inevitable family versus career debacle, the fear of being a spinster, and basically, all the everyday things that everyday people have to worry about. When did the notion that women always want someone else to save begin? After all, isn't life about self-preservation? Waking up, surviving the day, going to bed, and doing it all over again? For all we know, vampires aren't the ones who are damned - we, the weak, the ephemeral, the ones left to lament life with what little we have, are.
I read an article from a humor website yesterday and it got me thinking. The article was about vampires and the allure they have for women. Apparently, vampires are the epitome of people who need saving, and what do women have? A massive savior complex. Vampires are detached from the humanity they once had, and they are now more animal than they are human. For women, this is a challenge and a treat. Vampires are physically strong but emotionally crippled. This is catnip for women. See, women get to save them from discarding their humanity, and they get to nurture what is left of their capacity to love. However, my point is: do women's savior complexes only feel compelled to save others and not themselves? The more I thought about it, the more it made sense. Women may be attracted to vampires because they also want to save themselves. For this, let's think that vampires personify strength, security (at least for others), and escape. In theory, when a vampire loves a mortal woman, that woman has the option to get away from the world she's lived in all her life. No longer bound by societal niceties, the inevitable family versus career debacle, the fear of being a spinster, and basically, all the everyday things that everyday people have to worry about. When did the notion that women always want someone else to save begin? After all, isn't life about self-preservation? Waking up, surviving the day, going to bed, and doing it all over again? For all we know, vampires aren't the ones who are damned - we, the weak, the ephemeral, the ones left to lament life with what little we have, are.
