Hypocritical Much?

Hi my name is Mila and I’m a hypocrite. I don’t like admitting it, but sadly it is true. Saturday my boo and I went to see Trainwreck. I really enjoyed watching the heroine fall in and out of bed with men and joking about it. But as I was watching the movie and enjoying the walk of shame on film and imagining all of her others, I realized that Trainwreck’s heroine was the type I hate to read about in a romance novel.

I like virgins, young ones, older ones, heck even born again ones. I’ll even settle for a heroine who is experienced in bed, but just not too experienced, if you know what I mean.  I cringe at slutty heroines, those that will sleep with a ton of guys and not even blink an eye. The odd part of this is that in my non-romance world I like to consider myself a feminist.  I abhor slut shaming and I think women should be able to do whatever men do and not think twice. Want to have a one night stand? Good for you. Planning a threesome after lunch? More power to you. But for God’s sake don’t make me read about my heroine doing that in a romance novel.

You might be saying to yourself that this is an odd opinion but not a hypocritical one. Well here it is (please know I’m holding my head down in shame).  I have absolutely no problem if my hero is a man-whore or a rake or a “bad boy”. He could ball an entire cheerleading squad and I wouldn’t bat an eyelash. If my heroine even fantasized about blowing a soccer team I’d be put off and would probably stop reading the book. I know, I know, what kind of feminist am I?

I wish I knew why I love good girls and detest the bad ones in romances. Maybe it’s because I was a good girl many years ago. Or maybe I’ve been brainwashed into believing only good girls deserve happy endings. Perhaps I need to find some books about slutty girls and see if I like reading about how the other half lives.