The Bad Boy Mediocrity
Kill the Bad Boy! Or at the very least, let the cliché die. You are sitting, scrolling through your film app of choice, and you fancy yourself a hopeless romantic, so you settle on a romance movie. You already know the plot. Two people who should not end up together somehow do. One of them runs through an airport. Somebody makes a dramatic confession in the rain. The music swells. Roll credits. Or maybe it's a book you are reading. See, dear reader, that's the difference between you and me. I'm not immune to the formula. I watch them too. But I know better. Or at least, I thought I did. Because somewhere between the brooding stares, the leather jackets, the emotional constipation, and the "I don't do relationships" speeches, we were sold one of the greatest marketing campaigns of the last century: the bad boy. And I think it's time we let him die. Not the rebellious one. Not the biker. Not the man with tattoos. I couldn't care less about leather jack...
