A girl home alone. A romance. A recipe for contemplation.

Ah, yes. After an extremely tedious and tiring day, what better way to enjoy a quiet evening at home than by watching Under the Tuscan Sun, featuring Diane Lane? It’s amazing how happy this movie makes me. I laugh. I cry. I think, yes! Someday I will move to Italy and find happiness, love, and write the next great novel! I will stroll through the villages of Tuscany and find an amazing mansion for a reasonable price. Sure, there will be hard times. But I’ll look so good doing it all–in fact, I’ll buy a blow-dryer and do my hair. Then all the Italian men will come a runnin’!

I am a such a sucker for a good romance/coming-of-age tale. But it got me wondering…how realistic are any of these romances? Do children in Italy really run around throwing rose petals at people, as opposed to the sticks and stones American kids manage to hurl? It’s a little unsettling.

Josephine Cox, a popular British author, brings up an interesting point: Love stories may be instilling some unrealistic expectations in many of us. Here are some key arguments she poses in an article from The Daily Mail:

1) Generally, all the main characters of a love story are really good-looking. (Not the case in real life.)

2) Often enough, it’s love at first site. (For those who say they’ve never noticed someone on the metro and thought–if even for just a second–that this could be the one, you’re lying. And probably no fun at all.)

3) If it’s not love at first site, it’s a childhood friendship that has developed into much, much more.

4) The stories end when the two characters end up happily together. Forget the baby diapers, cottage cheese thighs, and “first gray hairs” that come later.

Still, at the end of all this I say that storytelling is just storytelling. If novels and films were about how Paul and Lauren met their sophomore year of college and got married after graduation, I would cry giant tears of boredom.

Under the Tuscan Sun probably made me think a little too much. But I am considering a future as a divorcee who decides to start over in Europe…I just hope I have Diane Lane’s waistline.

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2 responses to “A girl home alone. A romance. A recipe for contemplation.

  1. 4heartbeats

    I remember when I first saw Under The Tuscan Sun, I was having a night at home with my sisters. Let’s see, there was Cherry Garcia (my favorite ice cream), pajamas, blankets and absolutely no make up! I’d have to say that I was wondering if I would fall into the romantic tale that Diane Lane found herself in if I were to move to Tuscany and then I realized I’m not that lucky. These are the reasons….
    1. I don’t have a stash of cash at hand awaiting my decision
    of what mansion to purchase
    2. I will never have the good looks that Diane Lane
    possesses (i like sweets way too much)
    3. Oh, and I already have a boyfriend (i’m shit out of luck)

    Nice Post! I really enjoyed reading it. I realized I’m not the only person out there that is still able to enjoy a great romance from time to time.

    ~ 4Heartbeats ~

  2. Yana

    Jess,

    This is an awesome post! I *really* enjoyed reading it!…though hope to never see you in the role of a divorcee. But for writing purposes it was worth mentioning it 😉
    Great stuff, love it!

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