You know that scene in "Beauty and The Beast" where Lafou and Gaston are in the tavern when suddenly Gaston has a thought and he singsongs "Lately Lafou I've been thinking..." and Lafou replies with "A dangerous pastime"? Yeah well. I feel like Gaston.
Well, I've been thinking and sometimes its not pretty. I have this class called Sex, Love, and Society in Renaissance England taught by a fabulously handsome and young doctorate. Anyways, the class has really made me challenge my beliefs about love and who should partake in it and for what reasons. I've always been the type to not understand why we can't all get along but now I'm also wondering why can't we all just be able to love and be loved, regardless of who it may be that we love. We've been reading these plays and poems where the main characters fall in love with someone of the same gender and the cool thing is that the works all have "happy endings" for the lovers.
Which brings me to my next hypothetical question of why can't things end up like they do in movies or books or plays? If a girl is in love with two men, the conclusion of the movie has her happily with one of them while the other dude realized he's better off with someone else and everyone is happy. But not in real life. In real life, the girl struggles with the decisions and the boys (if conscious of the existence of the other) have to fight for her and the supposed winner gets the girl while the other guy leaves the "scene" feeling belittled and embarrassed. Not to mention hurt.
My rant is over. It is late on a summer school night. I feel better now after that. Thanks (mostly) invisible world.
Ta-ta for now. =]
