Why do girls like chick flicks so much? A question echoed through the ages by many a male. Okay, so at least in the past 15-20 years since the invention of the “romantic comedy.” Before that, I have no idea if it was an issue or not since I wasn’t really around. But seriously, why do girls like romantic comedies (aka “chick flicks”) to the extent that they do?
I like chick flicks. And I can tell you why. I’m not guaranteeing that this post will answer all your questions on the issue, and I’m not guaranteeing that this goes for every girl. One of the most amazingly complex issues when it comes to understanding is that they are allllllll different. But I digress.
My favorite chick flick is “When Harry Met Sally.” It’s dirty, it’s funny, and it’s romantic. It has parts that make every guy laugh and every girl roll her eyes. And every guy groan and every girl sigh in that “oh I wish that happened in real life” sort of way. I think that’s a kicker statement right there. Girls like romantic comedies because girls wish romantic comedies would happen to them. Y’see, in romantic comedies, there’s enough tension to form a somewhat realistic story but in the end, the primary guy character realizes that the primary girl character embodies everything he ever wanted and is so wonderful that he can’t live without her. Much kissing and sappy music ensues. Girls like to know that they’re okay and acceptable. Girls like to know they’re desireable. Girls like to know that they’re needed. We like to know that we’re not annoying/confusing/frustrating/messed up enough to chase guys away. And the primary female characters in most romantic comedies have huge flaws. Sally Albright (Meg Ryan in “When Harry Met Sally”) is super anal and naive. Kat in “10 Things I Hate About You” is a shrew. Lucy in “While You Were Sleeping” is a lonely liar who is afraid to be honest. Tulla in “My Big Fat Greek Wedding” has a very obnoxious family and an embarrassing past. Guys, we as women find all of these characteristics as reasons to worry we might not be good enough to attract a mate. And romantic comedies instill in us the hope that maybe someday…no matter how weird we are…
Yes, we know they’re sappy. We know they’re just movies and not real life. We know that most self-respecting guys would never learn to speak Portuguese to communicate with a foreign love, sing in front of the girls soccer team in the high school stadium while running from security, quit his job as a CEO, or search the entirety of NYC’s bookstores to find a single phone number in a single book – all to get to that one wonderful woman. Although, I’ll admit that many self-respecting girls would go that far.
So, to sum up? We want to be wooed. We want to know we’re valuable. We want to know that somehow, someday, all of our romantic “fantasies” (for lack of a better word) will come true to some extent. And it helps that the majority of the primary male characters in romantic comedies are endearingly funny, adorably cute/dashingly handsome, polite, well off, etc etc etc -i.e. fictitious. But who needs to admit that? *wink*