Hot (maybe) Take: I think the enemies-to-lovers trope marketed in so much fiction geared towards women is propaganda. Yeah this man treats you like shit and like he hates you. But you end up falling in love with him anyway! And it turns out he’s in love with you too!
It’s re-packaged Beauty and the Beast. To keep women hoping that the ‘enemies’ in their lives (men) will slowly develop feelings and become caring lovers, and yearn after that dream that will likely never happen. This is a much deeper line of messaging sent to women throughout centuries with new pretty progressive envelopes.
It’s so disheartening to watch these tired misogynistic tropes manifest through so much of culture and media through so many different methods. Both straight men and straight women are fed constantly the narrative that it’s normal, romantic even, to find your future partner hateful and despise them in the beginning, and that they will hate you. The ‘hard-to-get’ strategy that so many men insist women use? The ‘women broke his heart and now he hates them so it’s up to you to show him a woman’s love’ premise?
It’s all connected. But it seems so innocuous! These things on their own don’t seem like indicators of a larger pattern until you line them all up and see what words those letters are spelling to all of us.
pay attention to me pay attention to me pay attention to me pay attention to me pay attention to me pay attention to me pay attention to me pay attention to me pay attention to me pay attention to me look at me
This has the same energy as the video of the two lions
Tallulah was sleeping peacefully in her room, the sun raising, sunlight leaking through the window, making the whole room look a slight orange. Her alarm went off, doing exactly what it was made to do, alarm her.
She shot up from her bed, snapping her neck to the loud, beeping alarm. She groaned, slapping her hand on top of the button. She stretched in her bed, back making light cracking sounds.
She let her feet hang off her bed, sighing slightly. She pushed herself up, feet touching the cold hard wood on the floor. She began walking mindlessly to the bathroom, she felt so dead in the morning.
She opened the bathroom door, making her way towards the mirror that her sink was under. She cracked her eyes open, rubbing them, before opening them to look at the mirror.
she let out a yelp, 'Is that really me?' she looked closer at the mirror, examining her face closer. She sighed, arms ragdolling.
To Be Continued..
Dreyfus was not impressed at all with Hendrickson’s pun. So in return, he decides to play hard to get. Hendrickson is not having that, so he decides to, well, rearrange the words of the phrase “hard to get” Dreyfus. I think they’re both having fun.
Thankfully, you were not deprived of Hendrickson booty.