It started out simply enough. Doesn't it always?
The other night my pal Suzannah tweeted that she was watching Gossip Girl, her guilty pleasure. I helpfully commented back that there was no shame in that, adding that my guilty pleasures were certain Real Housewives shows and The Vampire Diaries.
Our conversation then evolved to our appreciation of old WB shows. Of course, I had to mention Dawson's Creek. Which led to expressing our mutual love of Pacey, at which point Mary Kathryn chimed in. Not only did she love Pacey, she added Jordan Catalano into the mix. Jordan Catalano, be still my heart. Whenever I watched My So-Called Life, I wished I were Angela just so I could be near Jordan and watch him "lean."
And then Suzannah uttered these fateful words. "Did you also love Ethan Hawke in Reality Bites?" Not only do I love Ethan in that movie, I practically have the whole thing memorized. I even used Ethan/Troy's answering machine message as my own for awhile. "At the beep, please leave your name, number, and a brief justification for the ontological necessity of modern man's existential dilemma, and we'll get back to you." I really pity the people who called me back then.
The beauty of Twitter is when other friends join the conversation. Our friend Heatherly could not resist dear Ethan Hawke. We began rhapsodizing about Reality Bites and our love of bad boys.
It all got me thinking. What is the allure of the bad boy?
Not just any bad boy will do. We all have parameters. Some things will not be tolerated. For instance, I prefer that my bad boy crushes not be fresh out of prison or have a drug problem. It should go without saying that murderers, rapists, and pedophiles need not apply. Nor abusers of any kind, for that matter.
It must come down to this. We have to see a bad boy's redeeming qualities. They might have a softer side reserved for those closest to them. They might rescue puppies in their spare time, serenade by guitar, or know how to defuse a bomb. There must be something that speaks of goodness in spite of an exterior that screams danger. Or you know, they're just really hot.
Do we like the challenge of reforming a bad boy? Or is it the thrill of living life closer to the edge? Bad boys certainly are not staid and predictable.
I've had a thing for bad boys for years. (Come back tomorrow for more on this Hot Topic.) Interestingly, I have never dated any. Making out was fine and dandy, ahem. But something in me whispered that things would not end well if I went down that road. So I didn't. It has impacted what I look for in a man, however.
I want a good, solid guy but he has to have an edge. He must love Jesus, first and foremost. There aren't hard and fast rules as to what constitutes as said edge. But a tattoo (or three), owning a motorcycle, and a hard rock music obsession? Well, it's a nice start. Add my need for banter and it seems only a bad boy would rise to the challenge.
How do you feel about bad boys? Can a bad boy be rehabilitated? Did you watch My So-Called Life?