Bad Boys in Fiction
Why are they appealing? I’ve often wondered this myself.
In real life, I do not like bad boys. “Bad boy” in real life directly translates to asshole. Sure, I went through that phase when I was young and thought that was the only kind of boy that existed, but when it comes time to settle down, bad boys are so not appealing. Why would you want to marry someone who will treat you like crap (and possibly cheat on you), when you could have a down-to-earth, nice man that will treat you like a princess and actually appreciate you? I certainly don’t.
So why, when it comes to fictional boys, do I go the opposite way? It’s funny, because if I ever met Daemon Black in real life, I’d probably despise him! If I met Warner, I’d think he was a complicated and demented asshat that needed some time with a psychiatrist. So why am I drawn to that attitude in fiction? A few ideas:
- The danger. In fiction, there’s no risk with a nice guy love interest. No excitement.
- Nice guys are boring to read about. He treated her well, and she was happy, the end! Where’s the tension? How can there be catharsis without some conflict? Without conflict, you have no story.
- Living vicariously. Maybe it’s simply because I wouldn’t want it in real life, that I want it in fiction. I get to experience something I would never want or get to experience otherwise.
- They’re hot. In fiction, tattoo-covered, black-clad, pierced boys are never nice. And that is my style!
That’s all I got right now. Any other ideas?