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I have a bad tendency to fall deeply and hopelessly in love with men who don't really exist. Or men who I have absolutely no chance of encountering in a meaningful way in my real life.
Earlier this week, that man was Chris Jericho. I finished reading his autobiography, and just adored the way he maintained a good sense of humor about his exploits, but also revealed a bit of vulnerability by discussing some of the tragedies he's experienced. He was just personal enough to make you feel like you were being let in on something, you know?
Last night, after watching some TV at Steph's house, I found a new boy to swoon over.
Logan Echolls.
I've been on the fence about him throughout the first season of Veronica Mars, but he really won me over in the episodes leading to the big reveal about Lily Kane.
It makes no sense, because I normally I have no patience for arrogant, self-entitled rich kids. But that's not all there is to Logan. I mean, yeah he's definitely an asshole without much regard for other people, EXCEPT when it comes to the people who are closest to him.
The VM writing team did such an excellent job at developing what I can only call Logan's face turn, slowly peeling back layer after layer of his cocky facade. I first found myself warming up to him when I learned of his physical abuse, and it was all downhill from there. He became my kindred spirit after his mom "died" (I'm still wondering if there's more to that angle to be explored in season 2 and 3). The icing on the cake though, was when he punched out that dude to protect Veronica. I may be all about girl power and independence and not relying on men for anything, but I'm not immune to the power of the rescue fantasy. To the idea that someone feels strongly enough
about someone else to fight on their behalf. It might not have been the smartest way to go about things, but it was Logan's way of showing his passion and loyalty. And it made me want to take him, misguided and fucked-up as he is, and make him mine, mine, all mine.
I know, I know, I'm a lost cause. I have hopelessly unrealistic expectations of what a man should be. Outgoing but also introspective. Confident but also vulnerable. Tough but also tender. I've been feeding these expectations since I was about 11 or 12, starting off with Dylan McKay. And then Leo DiCaprio's portrayal of Jim Carroll. And then Ewan McGregor as Mark Renton. And then Scott Caan's nameless character in A Boy Called Hate. And then Cillian Murphy in 28 Days Later. And let's not forget Jared Leto as Jordan Catalano, or Sean Penn in almost any of his early roles (his turns in Bad Boys and At Close Range are the first to come to mind) or John Cusack as Lloyd fucking Dobler!
Can't blame anyone but myself for this weakness. I guess it means I'm more of a girly girl than I'm willing to admit!
Earlier this week, that man was Chris Jericho. I finished reading his autobiography, and just adored the way he maintained a good sense of humor about his exploits, but also revealed a bit of vulnerability by discussing some of the tragedies he's experienced. He was just personal enough to make you feel like you were being let in on something, you know?
Last night, after watching some TV at Steph's house, I found a new boy to swoon over.
Logan Echolls.
I've been on the fence about him throughout the first season of Veronica Mars, but he really won me over in the episodes leading to the big reveal about Lily Kane.
It makes no sense, because I normally I have no patience for arrogant, self-entitled rich kids. But that's not all there is to Logan. I mean, yeah he's definitely an asshole without much regard for other people, EXCEPT when it comes to the people who are closest to him.
The VM writing team did such an excellent job at developing what I can only call Logan's face turn, slowly peeling back layer after layer of his cocky facade. I first found myself warming up to him when I learned of his physical abuse, and it was all downhill from there. He became my kindred spirit after his mom "died" (I'm still wondering if there's more to that angle to be explored in season 2 and 3). The icing on the cake though, was when he punched out that dude to protect Veronica. I may be all about girl power and independence and not relying on men for anything, but I'm not immune to the power of the rescue fantasy. To the idea that someone feels strongly enough
about someone else to fight on their behalf. It might not have been the smartest way to go about things, but it was Logan's way of showing his passion and loyalty. And it made me want to take him, misguided and fucked-up as he is, and make him mine, mine, all mine.
I know, I know, I'm a lost cause. I have hopelessly unrealistic expectations of what a man should be. Outgoing but also introspective. Confident but also vulnerable. Tough but also tender. I've been feeding these expectations since I was about 11 or 12, starting off with Dylan McKay. And then Leo DiCaprio's portrayal of Jim Carroll. And then Ewan McGregor as Mark Renton. And then Scott Caan's nameless character in A Boy Called Hate. And then Cillian Murphy in 28 Days Later. And let's not forget Jared Leto as Jordan Catalano, or Sean Penn in almost any of his early roles (his turns in Bad Boys and At Close Range are the first to come to mind) or John Cusack as Lloyd fucking Dobler!
Can't blame anyone but myself for this weakness. I guess it means I'm more of a girly girl than I'm willing to admit!
