Hi Everyone,
With Sable's generous permission and assistance, Jumpingbean and I would like all our friends from SBO to share your thoughts with us on "Why Are Women Attracted To Bad Boys?" This subject is one of the central themes that director and writer Steven Milburn Anderson explores in Sean's latest film CA$H. We want to give you an opportunity to voice your opinion loud and clear!
So post your thoughts in replies here and we will gather them all, and with your permission, post them on the CA$H Film Fan Blog. Ready? Here's your chance to have your say!
Why Are Women Attracted to Bad Boys?
In films, television and even real life, women seem to love bad boys. What makes a bad boy so darn attractive? Irresistible? Hot? Is it the risk, the danger, the rebellion? Are nice guys just boring? Too predictable? Unexciting? Just too…nice?
Since this all neatly ties into the Cash! film starring our favorite villain/bad boy Sean Bean we want to know what is it that attracts someone to someone so bad?
Most likely it’s been going on since the Caveman days. Kreve treats Woo-man with decency, respect and kindness. And most of all, love. He brings her flowers, hunts food, stays in at night, helps around the cave, all the things Woo-man dreams of all her life. Enter Thugg, who ignores Woo-man, bosses her around, konks her on head if she complains, uses her for sex, stays out with fellow cavemen all night, cheats on her with other Woo-mans in village, and wouldn’t know love if it hit him straight between the eyes. So why does Woo-man still choose Thugg over Kreve? ...Or does she???
Looking forward to hearing your answers!
Much Thanks!
HKL and Jumpingbean
Hmm. Does she? Good question. If we're talking about Woo-man, Thugg, and Kreve, I'd say she chooses based on animal instinct. Kreve, for all of his charming homo sapiens sapiens/metrosexual manners, is just too damned feminine to be a good protector; and since Woo-man probably spends the better part of each year of her short and miserable life pregnant, she needs a good protector - not just a good provider.
Thugg, for all his Neanderthal ways, would clearly be the better protector - since he would see Woo-man as property to be protected. Not terribly romantic, but evolutionarily sound. Of course, what seems to have happened is that Kreve eventually figured out that hanging with the home-boys was a hell of a lot more fun than helping around the cave, so he learned a few wooing tricks from Thugg and managed to endear himself to Woo-man with a newly developed (for the species) guile and charm combined with just a touch of 'this caveman got to have you NOW, woo-man!' machismo.
Having a larger brain, he then figured out how to lure Thugg to a remote cave with promises of nubile young Woo-chicks panting for his particular brand of loving . . . and then conked him over the head and left him as cave-bear food. So goes evolution - and exit the Neanderthals.
Fast forward to 2009 and we haven't changed too much on the inside. Woo-man does not NEED Thugg or Kreve to protect her, but given a choice between the testosterone laden Thugg or the slightly soft-palmed Kreve (who knows entirely too much about feminine hygiene products and actually has an opinion about liquid versus powder foundation), she's probably going to swing toward Thugg when it comes to a partner for the horizontal mambo.
It's the reason why most women like to wear men's shirts, even though the sleeves hang down over their fingertips. The same reason they get all gooey when their fella wraps them in his jacket at the first hint of a chill breeze. We don't NEED to be protected, but we LIKE it. We like men because they're not women - and we equate that 'bad' behaviour with their physical, mental, and emotional ability to take care of us in a pinch.
Which is not to say that we will tolerate ALL of that 'Thuggish' behaviour. Unlike Woo-man, we don't have to tolerate being conked on the head or knowing that our man is shagging everything that moves - and for the most part, they know it. So, really we don't choose Thugg so much anymore - we choose that Thugg/Kreve hybrid that understands decency, respect, and kindness. He may spend most of his free time with the boys and he may rarely, if ever, tell us how he feels - but he comes home at night, keeps his trousers zipped, and understands that if he tries to conk us he'll get conked right back. He also understands that sometimes we want a little Thugg in our lives and is more than happy to oblige.
(and as a side-note - if anyone knows one of those fellas, please let me know! Way too many pure Kreve's in my neck of the woods . . .) *snork*