Are most women unrealistically searching for their own Mr. Darcy? Do they disqualify every nice guy who is not arrogant and surly enough to fill Mr. Darcy’s big black Hessian boots? Keira at Love Romance Passion blog asked a male friend if he thought that women obsess about Mr. Darcy. The proverbial men are from Mars women are from Pemberley debate ensued. His written response is classic. Here’s a brief excerpt.
[Y]ou women are crazy. Not all of you, just the ones who actually look for guys like this, and you let this be your idea of what romance should be. Well, that’s like me looking at an airbrushed playboy centerfold and expecting women to be D cups and enjoy football – it’s not going to happen. Mr. Darcy doesn’t exist, that’s right Virginia, there’s also no Santa Claus.
No Santa Claus? No Mr. Darcy? The world is now over as we know it.
You must have your share of the conversation at Keira’s fabulous blog, Love Romance Passion. I know that if we all wish hard enough and clap our hands, that we can bring Mr. Darcy back to life.
The rebutal is up. This Lizzy Bennet speaks her mind and refuses to settle for anything less than her Mr. Darcy. (I have to agree)
[Y]ou men need to step up your game. I’m not asking for the world, only that you act like you belong in the one of which I inhabit...
But do not ever imagine that Darcy, had he lived in the 21st century, would walk around in crumpled clothing, looking like he just got out of bed, threw on a backwards cap (which hides some greasy hair), sliding his badly-kept toes into some beat up reefs, and shower himself in cologne expecting me to swoon.
You go girl!
Oh, and by the way. You 'can' find Mr. Darcy most days hanging out on Twitter under the moniker of DarcyToYou. I know, because his advice is the highlight of my day. *sigh*
Cheers, Laurel Ann, Austenprose