After almost 15 years as a faithful fan of romantic comedies, I’ve come to a painful conclusion: The movies we watch to supplement our love lives are actually sabotaging them.
I know there's something creepy and entirely unsexy about playing a maternal role with the man you love. I've often wondered if the mothering instinct is just part of being a woman in love‚ or if it's an annoying urge that we must ignore if we want to keep romance alive and our dignity intact.
My friends and I seem to take dating a lot more seriously than our mothers did. Perhaps too seriously. We obsess about every interaction, overanalyze each conversation. As much as we crave relationships, they also scare the everloving crap out of us because we have all seen what can happen when a woman makes the wrong choice… I think it's vital to spend a long time getting to know someone before you commit to a life with him. But the constant analysis doesn't leave a girl with much hope of walking into a room one day and being love-struck, the way my mother was. Or so I always thought.
Which romantic comedy does your life resemble? When Harry Met Sally or Pretty in Pink? The movies you watch may be sabotaging your love life. J. Courtney Sullivan warns against waiting for Lloyd Dobler and pulls the rug out from under seven movie-myth scenarios.
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