Sunday, May 20, 2012

Who's Going to Save Me?

As I sit and watch Captain America, I can't help but fantasize about a strong man to watch out for me. My knight in shining armor, one might say.
Now don't get me wrong, I am just as fired up and passionate as anyone when it comes to women's right and the fact that we women are strong and "don't need no man" to save us, as if we are dainty little princesses. I don't feel that I NEED a man to complete me in any form or fashion. But I'm not going to lie. One day, I hope to have a man who will save me from my various demons, despite my desire for heroinism and fight to be a strong, independent woman.
Even the strongest of feminists can't convince me that they have NEVER dreamed of being awakened from their slumber with true love's kiss, protected from the fire the dragon is breathing their way, or just held at night after a grueling day as they cry from their many stressors in life.
At the moment, I am single and loving this life without strings. I'm not looking for a boyfriend. I do, though, dream of a future, whether near or far, that involves a guy who will protect me even when I don't want him to. That's love. But see, I also have no problem defending my man. This is the 21st century and sometimes for a relationship to work, you have to save each other.
So, I see Capt. America defeat the Nazis, I know that one day, I want my own super hero. But let's face it, even the best super heroes couldn't make it without their leading ladies: Spider Man would be nothing without Mary Jane. Without Lois Lane, Super Man would have no desire to fight. Captain America would surely have been less effective in the war without the aid of Peggy.
So, who's gonna save me?