Bringing it back! Well, for a week at least.
This was for several reasons, all of them focused around the infinitely superior and enviable lives of fictional heroines to real-life people. Take romance for instance. Fictional women in romance novels never get their period. They never have morning breath. They orgasm seventeen times a day. And they never seem to have jobs with bosses. These clean, well-satisfied, perma-minty-breathed women have fulfilling careers as florists, bakery owners, hair stylists, or some other kind of adorable small business where they decorate all day. If they do have a boss, he’s a cool guy (or gal) who’s invested in the woman’s love life. Or, he’s a super hot billionaire trying to get in her pants. My boss cares about two things: Am I on time? Are all my patients alive and well at the end of my shift? And the men in romance novels are too good to be true; but I love it, and I love them. Enter stage right the independently wealthy venture capitalist suffering from the ennui of perfection until a plucky interior decorator enters stage left and shakes up his life and his heart with perky catch phrases and a cute nose that wrinkles when she sneezes.
Penny Reid, Beauty and the Mustache: A Philosophical Romance
Yes, of course I’m still reading my beloved romance novels. I loved this quote about reading said books. (And yes, I would recommend the book this came from).