There are momentary parts of life, post rom-com viewing, when a woman will lay in bed, contemplating how single and unloved she is compared to whichever lucky woman got to walk arm in arm with Matthew McConaughey around the movie set.
Even the strongest, most independent of women get those cravings. But why is it that they trigger this urge for a happy ending? It’s a cinema induced haze of ridiculous proportions – there are no happy endings like the movies.
Nobody is going to chase you down on their motorbike, as much as you wish for it. And this feeling? This is rom-com depression.
Clutching the nearest teddybear as you day-dream about somebody playing music to your window in the front garden, wondering when someone is going to whisk you off into the sunset. Maybe it’s The Notebook and it’s left you sobbing into your pillow, or maybe its the subtle love sub-narratives in movies like Clueless that have got you downing a glass of wine – rom-coms, as great as they are, trigger a certain sadness. Even to those who have the greatest partners, they’re not Ryan Gosling, so grab the wine. Rom-com depression hits and it hits hard. A temporary loneliness leaving us blinded by the ridiculous scripting of the cheesy flicks each time we watch them.
This is not a bad thing however, it can bring a much needed catharsis. Plus, they’re brilliant for slightly misandric girly nights in. And many men are a fan of hits like Notting Hill – have no shame, for they compose part of classic cinema. Perhaps rom-com depression effects men just as much as women. But the effects are relentless, so heed my advice and have a bottle of wine in the fridge for the moments a good one pops up on the television schedule.