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| And what's wrong with Disney movies??!
by alexandrakey at 9/12/2008 1:48:56 AM
I have a point to this blog. And I shall make it in due time.
But for now, I have a question.
What is wrong with Disney movies? I mean, yes, they are far fetched to a nearly unrealistic degree. Yes, they are generally written, created, and produced to entertain an audience elementary school children and/or younger. And yes, they are typically animated in one form or another not only to satisfy the seven-year-old's hunger for crayola colored characters, but also to illustrate a scene mother nature apparantly cannot provide.
HOWEVER,
Every thought, song, emotion, and radical action in a Disney movie was generated through someone's brain at some point.
So why is really so far-fetched?
Why should it be so unrealistic to see a man swim to the ends of the earth to find the woman he loves? Why is such a big laugh for a poor kid to woo a princess on a flying carpet?
In case people haven't already realized, most disney animations are satirical analogies of one thing or another. Whether it be political or based on simple morale, there is always a deeper meaning.
MY POINT:
I want romance. Is that really so much to ask? Is it really so absurd to want a date and hope for a man that can see past what i look like? Why is so hard to find a man that can fall in love? (OH MY GOD. YES I F**KING SAID THE L-WORD). You know what horny boys, and i don't mean ALL boys--i simply mean the simple minded horny boys-- LOVE is not a bad thing. It's only bad when you're too ignorant to accept the fact that it's a part of human life and it's a requirement to a person's personal fulfillment. GET OVER IT.
I want to fall in love.
There. I said it. Maybe I'll be burned at the stake by all the guys that just wanna come to my room and f**k like i'm some kind of prostitute in a maid uniform, but i don't give a SHIT anymore about people that are scared of that word.
I am a woman. I deserve, and demand, a certain level of respect: for my body, and my mind. I want more than what my hormones require. I want someone i can talk to. Someone I can have fun with and make snide yet somewhat offensive jokes with. I want someone to listen to my CRAZY plethura of music.... like the Beatles, Rilo Kiley, Regina Spektor, Metallica, Lynard Skynyrd (of course), and the crimson tide fight song.
I want someone to look me in the eyes and give me goosebumps before leaning in for a somewhat unexpected kiss after coffee.
I want someone to let me lay in their lap while we watch old slasher movies like Child's Play 2 and the House of Gore until I fall asleep.
I want someone to play guitar while I sing and tell me when I go off key because I'm not the kind of girl that needs unnecessary encouragement.
I want someone who can listen to my ridiculous tangents and tell me to shut up when i'm not making any sense.
I want someone that wants to make love AFTER they've fallen in love and not the other way around. I'm not a marriage nazi, god knows. But I'm not a slut. I'm not the kind of girl who just f**ks to release "sexual tension" or whatever. I mean, jeez guys. (AND YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE: god gave you hands and lube for a reason.) Sex is more than an action to me. It's a gesture. And not one I flaunt to every guy I meet.
I want someone that loves fruity pebbles as much as i do.
I want someone that accepts me for who I am, despite any of my quirks, even if they don't fit any or all of the criteria above.
Oh man... and one I just thought of... I love to be called baby. I don't care if it's demeaning. I love it if someone says at just the right time.
I just want someone.
Not just sex.
just someone.
There is a difference. I hope I'm not the only one that sees that.
If you have any comments, feel free to tell me what you think. Humor me, I insist. 
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