Thursday, June 15, 2006
Just What Is With a 'Bad Boy'?
If there was not a market for the Badboy, would the Badboy not exist?
As a young girl I was on occasion, attracted to what may be construed as the BadBoy. The Badboy could be anything that would seem forbidden, from the look, the perpetual sneer, ripped jeans, messy hair, to the brooding artist who was terribly misunderstood. The Badboy who only wore black. The Badboy that wore dreadnoughts, the Badboy that dyed his hair blue, the Badboy that shaved his head.The Badboy with the Harley. The Badboy with the tattoo. The Badboy musician. The Badboy, ahhhh...
I do not think there was a real dress code per say it was more... an aura. I did not necessarily go out with all these type of guys but I was definitely attracted to them.
My husband is afraid of the future.
He is afraid that one of these boys may end up on our doorstep and want to court our/HIS daughter. He feels as though, the Badboy attraction, could be inherited through my genes. My husband is attempting to 'train' my daughter into what she may want in a boyfriend, ions from now. He is thinking along the lines of nurture versus nature.
The training began by watching the Pirates of the Caribbean. The movie with Orlando Bloom, as the dutiful, Will Turner and Johnny Depp, as sexy, Captain Jack Sparrow. I listened as my husband gave a commentary on how wonderful Will Turner is as a person. He works hard, he has a craft. Will Turner is patient, kind and only has one love and that is that of Elizabeth.
My husband, would then go on about Captain Jack Sparrow and how he was a philanderer, how he didn't even bath, his teeth were made of gold and he seems to drink way toooo much.
He thinks the point is driven home to our eight year old.
After the movie we head up to bedtime routine.
I read my daughter her stories and then we turn out the light.
'Momma, it's about that pirate movie. '
'You know the pirate that Daddy liked? '
'Well, he was good. He was nice, I mean. '
'Yes, honey. '
'Well, you know that other pirate? '
'You know the one with the hair, the eyes, the teeth, and the crooked smile? '
'Momma, I like him... I mean I liked him ALOT, ALOT!!!! '
Serves my husband right... Keith Richards is just a few years away!
Nurture versus nature!!!! HA!
There'll always be a market for the Badboys...at least at our house...