I recently saw a tv program about women who marry criminals... as in men on death row or life without parole criminals not petty theifs and addicts that walk the streets. But women who marry men and communte hours to visit these men, write long love letters to them, maybe or maybe don't get conjugal visits.
The point the news program was seeming to make was that these women were escaping reality into a chivalrous relationship reminiscent of that of the King Arthurt tales and the chilvalrous love of knights and ladies. Where no real fucking happens but romance flows. And they can live the romance that they are "saving" a man. "Fixing" him. sometimes. it works out. More often then not, it doesn't.
But... it got me to thinking about some of the parallels betweent he love letter harlequinn romances of these death row widows and some online relationship seekers.... they are the ultimate masochist, looking for this pure love that can exist without the reality of sharing a bathroom and having to rewash his sloppily washed dishes or see the train tracks in his boxers. But ultimately, this kind of romance is bittersweet because it CAN't be realized.
Is this the ulimate emotional masochist love? (outside of loving someone who hates you that is)
The point the news program was seeming to make was that these women were escaping reality into a chivalrous relationship reminiscent of that of the King Arthurt tales and the chilvalrous love of knights and ladies. Where no real fucking happens but romance flows. And they can live the romance that they are "saving" a man. "Fixing" him. sometimes. it works out. More often then not, it doesn't.
But... it got me to thinking about some of the parallels betweent he love letter harlequinn romances of these death row widows and some online relationship seekers.... they are the ultimate masochist, looking for this pure love that can exist without the reality of sharing a bathroom and having to rewash his sloppily washed dishes or see the train tracks in his boxers. But ultimately, this kind of romance is bittersweet because it CAN't be realized.
Is this the ulimate emotional masochist love? (outside of loving someone who hates you that is)