the last night of the Chinese New Year holiday, my parents went to bed early, turned on the light alone, and watched the romantic comedy "The Ugly Truth" while lying on the sofa.
The first hour was probably the masterpiece of a male screenwriter. The plot went further and further on the road of opening yellow accents and no lower limit, and all kinds of explicit male psychological theories rushed to Wo in front of the TV. As the host, Mike, the male protagonist, has a very bold style, full of frank and revealing sexual hints, and believes that men are all lower body animals, and they can do anything to ridicule desire and instinct. And the heroine Abby is completely against all this, but because of the fact, she can't turn to Mike to let her succeed in chasing the male god next door.
— "The first rule, never criticize him."
"Even if what I say makes sense?"
"It makes no sense. Men don't grow up, they don't change, they don't improve. Say, self-improvement stops the moment they learn to use the toilet."
- "Rule number two, laugh at everything he says."
"Even if he doesn't say it funny?"
"The content doesn't matter, fake Laughing is like faking an orgasm."
"Is it okay to fake an orgasm?"
"No, it's better to fake an orgasm than not have an orgasm."
- "Rule 3, men are visual animals, you have to change."
"I What's wrong with
your look ?" "Abby, you're a very attractive person, but you seem uninteresting, always comfortable and efficient."
"What's wrong with being comfortable? now?"
"Nothing wrong except no one wants to fuck it."
— "Rule number four, never talk about your own problems, men neither want to hear nor care."
"Someone will."
"No. , someone will pretend to care."
Sadly, the tricks taught by Mike are fulfilled one by one in the male god. Kate took on her long hair, played hard-to-get games, put away her control freak and careful thinking, and finally managed to get closer and closer to the male god.
About halfway through the plot, the female screenwriter finally realized the preferences of the target group and took control of the screenwriter, so the plot took a turn for the worse. In the elevator, I couldn't help it, I would wander around in front of her door to practice speaking again and again, I would feel sad when I saw her with others, and even turn around and run away.
At the end of the film, it is naturally a big reunion. Mike and Abby kissed affectionately on the hot air balloon slowly taking off, a big happy ending.
This truth is not ugly at all.
[2] When
the perfect male god Colin next door appeared, Abby described him as his "walking checklist".
Tall, fit and handsome, check√.
Surgeon, MD, check√.
Like classical music more than rock music, check√.
Love cats more than dogs, check√.
... After
checking one by one, Mr. Perfect's outline gradually surfaced. When the assistant started to help Abby choose a date, it was also based on the checklist one by one to screen out suitable candidates, and printed out the characters' resumes and spare discussion topics in the cold session one by one, just in case.
When I saw this scene, I couldn't help curling my lips, where is it about love, it's obviously a checklist. For another person, as long as the conditions are right, it doesn't matter. As for love? To use the phrases that parents have used for thousands of years, "you can talk about it." After
getting along with a person who meets most of the conditions for a long time and has no worries about food and clothing, most women will take this kind of environment. The satisfaction that breeds under is love.
However, as Somerset Maugham said, it is a passive feeling that can arise in anyone, just as a vine can cling to any tree.
Because this feeling can make a girl marry any man who needs her, believing that over time she will develop love for this person, so the worldly opinion judges its power. It's nothing but the satisfaction of having a secure life, the pride of having a family, the smugness that someone needs them, and the smugness of having a family of their own.
One Colin has been crossed out, and there are thousands of Colins waiting for you to check the checklist.
[three]
I don't like to draw conclusions about the preferences of male compatriots.
Everyone is a visual animal, I will drool at the mature uncle and the fresh meat, you appreciate the graceful curves, and the eye-catching red lips are also human.
But I also always believe that there will still be that helpless little boy hidden in your heart, making you happy and worrying, and making you want to stop.
I also don't like judging girls' behavior.
I never hide my love for brand-name bags, expensive clothes and shoes, and I also fantasize that a local tyrant will suddenly appear to love me to the death, creating a sea of material for me to swim.
But I also understand that your choices, your choices, are all hidden behind.
But to this day, I still have an almost idiotic wish.
May all the boys find the girl who is at a loss in front of her.
May all girls marry love, not a quantitative checklist.
May you always fall in love with each other and join hands in the end.
Please make me believe in love and be jealous to the death.
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