Desperation

During my infirm, recovering from a torn ligament in the foot, I've been watching an awful lot of DVDs. The aforementioned infirm is hopefully approaching an end, but I still have to rest a lot and I've been wading through, amongst other things, the third series of Desperate Housewives.

I got the first series through Freecycle. Claviers and I watched it together and got hooked - good telly. Then the second series came courtesy of LoveFilm - and we abandoned it half-way through...

Yes. Sometimes. A television series comes along. And it just... disappoints.... you...

You must understand that that was said in the Mary Alice voiceover in my head - that fucking voiceover on Desperate Housewives... I could accept it at first but she started to take the piss in the second series with her formulaic beyond-the-grave-wisdom and smug intonation...

Anyway, I picked up the third series in the library on the grounds that...

* I need entertainment

* It's £1

* Maybe Claviers was the problem - his massive cynicism brought many a potentially enjoyable experience into disillusion...

But now it's become a feminist issue.

The women in Desperate Housewives are superficial, frivolous, clingy, manipulative, bitchy, whiny, and constantly obsessing about the men in their lives. It's really fucking irritating.

Now. Granted...

I obsess about a certain Monsieur... Ridiculously so to the point where I'm losing sleep...

Is this what women actually are?

These slick, Hollywood representations of us. Desperate Housewives... is that what we just biologically ARE? Are we hard-wired towards certain modes of behaviour? Or have we been socially pre-programmed to conform to that model?

Nature vs Nurture

Chicken vs Egg

In a sense I guess it doesn't really matter, not least because we'll never actually know for certain. It's similar to the God debate. How can one ever prove the unknowable?

Of course, the men in Desperate Housewives (who, by the way, I have more and more empathy with. Poor bastards...) regularly turn out to be the Prince Charming; accepting the superficial, frivolous, clingy, manipulative, bitchy, whiny, self-obsessed women for who they are.

Myths

Fairy Tales

We're all raised on them.

And we all hope they'll come true...