(The Frisky) -- If I read the phrase "You've got to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince" one more time, I'm going to lose it. You don't really believe this, do you ladies?
A crown-wearing, frog-kissing woman is not what most men are looking for, says author.
Men don't have an equivalent to this creaky, cliché trope. It's not like you'll ever hear one guy comfort another guy by saying "You've got to kiss a lot of whores before you find your Madonna. Or vice versa."
Men don't want to date princesses. Maybe there are some who do, and the women who aspire to be princesses deserve the brutes. And for that matter, men do not want to be princes. Princes are born into success, men make their own. We want women who share that same ethic, however it is success is defined.
It's just not sexy to date a helpless princess with an aversion to peas and a bluebird fetish. Give us Angelina Jolie in a black cocktail dress pumping a shotgun any day.
When I hear perfectly intelligent and willful women console each other with fairy tale mantras that promise, with a lot of persistence, that they will find a well-heeled prince to care for them, I become incensed.
Maybe there really is a patriarchy, and I've just never been invited to their annual meet-up. It's a testosterone-jacked cabal of dudes smoking cigars plotting how to reinforce absurd, medieval wish fulfillment fantasies in women. I imagine the meeting's minutes going something like this:
Man No. 1: "Next on the list: gender programming. How do we keep these modern day suffragettes from full romantic self-actualization?"
Man No. 2: "Why don't we fill popular cartoon movies with stories about princesses, and hope they want nothing more than to be the gilded property of a feudal dictator in pantaloons."
Man No. 3: "Excellent idea!"
Let's break down the princess myth, because so many of you have Princess Mania. Myths are lies that become truth, so it is wise to pick the best possible lies to believe in. And the lie that romance for a woman is a humiliating lottery, a game of Russian roulette where all men are slimy little amphibians, save for one, just pollutes the collective unconscious. The Frisky: Does the world need princesses?
And if you fully dissect the frog-love, really get all up in the guts of the source material behind the whole Kermit-smooching archetype, absurdity abounds.
Here's your precious fable in a nutshell:
"Once upon a time there was a princess whose sole claim to being special was having the genetic luck to have wiggled out from between the loins of a Queen. She is pampered, fawned over and entitled, treated like a cross between a Kobe heifer and a Christmas tree.
"There is no one around to date but royal creeps who play video games all the time, and then one day she gets chatted up by a frog with a nice personality. She's bored, and desperate, and it couldn't be any worse than swapping spit with "Sir Chinless," so she heads to first base with the amphibian. Then there's a poof! And the frog is suddenly an inbred ponce with a crown and they live happily ever after, forever and ever, until the divorce. The end."
In some translations of the Brothers Grimm story "The Frog Prince," the princess lobs the frog against a wall in disgust before it turns into a prince. And in some even more obscure versions, she decapitates the thing before it magically transforms.
Like most fairy tales, "The Frog Prince" is a mordant little morality tale that cautiously suggests a lady needn't be so choosy when picking a suitor. Even the more sanitized, and Americanized, versions of "The Frog Prince" offer this moral: personality counts! Allow yourself to be charmed by a talking frog and you'll be rewarded. But first, you should be happy with only a talking frog. In fact, you should be so lucky to kiss him. The Frisky: Being faithful in the steep price love demands
However, this is lost on those who see dating as a lot of reptile tonsil hockey and finger-crossing, which, do not doubt, just sounds like a depressing labor.
Love is an opportunity, not a prize. It should be pursued greedily, recklessly, with an adamant heart. Kiss men, and move on. Maybe one day you'll kiss a guy and he'll turn into a guy who'll march through tornadoes to get you tampons, admit when he's wrong, and eat ice cream naked in bed with you. Tell us how you met The One you married
The point is: give the regular people you date the chance to be extraordinary without the maudlin fairy tale expectation. The favor will be returned. The Frisky: Is chivalry sexist?
Lastly, ladies: if you're heartbroken, buck up, listen to some Patsy Cline, and toss back nice stiff shot of bourbon. Then try out this Snapple cap bon mot: "Men. Can't live with 'em, good thing they'll keep making more."
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