But the heart is not so smart /Can’t always trust it, no /The heart is not so smart Goes where it should not go / Always seems to find / Its way to trouble, no / The heart is not so smart / Oh, no, oh, no (El Debarge)
Here is a fact that feminists and the politically correct (PC) brigade would rather you don’t ever hear or see in print: some women (and men) actually love
Thug: modern day Heathcliff
being roughed up, beaten to a pulp and treated like “bitches” by their love partners!
Violence, violent sex, affinity for rough sex, being beaten blue-black to the extent where one has to mask the bruises with layers of foundation and sunglasses often are the basis of what many men and women would want their relationship to be about … if it weren’t for public opinion casting a disapproving, pontificating nose into their business.
Indeed, that is what makes the thuggish type of man very attractive to many a woman (and the odd man).
Thus far, nothing new. You only have to pick up Emily Brontë’s Wuthering Heights to see the hot, passionate, relationship between the refined Catherine and the rough and ready Heathcliff which is frustrated by class-driven political correctness to understand that these kinds of relationships are as old as time itself.
Though Heathcliff was exactly her type – crude, rude, but simmering with sexual energy – Catherine had no way of making the relationship last because of her upper class upbringing. So she settled for the soft, safe, unexciting Edgar Linton whom she despised but was of her own pedigree.
Fast forward four centuries and you still see that sort of scenario being played out by young people of a different generation.
Heathcliff
Let’s be clear about this: if the press hadn’t picked up on Chris Brown beating Rihanna to a pulp, they would never have pretended to break up. Those two young people had found what they wanted in each other and it was clearly a relationship that survived on bouts of violent, physical, fights.
Indeed, since Rihanna was forced by PC to break up with Chris Brown, she has sung about how she likes to be physically manhandled no less than three times up to and including a sexually explicit song track with the real love of her life, Chris Brown.
And what else can one make of Rihanna’s Rude Boy (excerpts below)?
Come here, rude boy, boy; can you get it up? Come here rude boy, boy; is you big enough? … Give it to me, baby like boom, boom, boom What I want,
Rihanna/Brown
want, want is what you want, want, want Nah nah-ah … Tonight I’ma get a little crazy, get a little crazy, baby … I like the way you pull my hair Babe, if I don’t feel it I ain’t faking, no, no I like when you tell me ‘kiss you there’ I like when you tell me ‘move it there’ So giddy-up; time to get it up … (Rihanna’s Rude Boy)
Or the lyrics to the duet she recently agreed to sing with Chris Brown, the man who is supposed to be bad for her:
“Girl I wanna f*** you right now. Been a long time I been missing your body. Lemme, lemme turn the lights down. When I, when I go down it’s a private party.”
Rough & ready: something of the night about him
The modern version of Catherine’s Heathcliff is of course what is referred to with a mixture of secret admiration and mock distaste as a thug. Chris Brown is a clean cut, nice young man who has done all he can to turn himself into a ghetto thug, mostly by visiting the tattoo parlor more times than is really necessary. He already had the roughness Rihanna was looking for so all the work he has done to turn himself into a tastelessly tattooed ogre is overkill. But that is another discussion anyway.
Too nice? Nice can be a turn off for some.
To many a man or woman, being punched, having hair pulled, being slapped around like a rag doll … being treated like a whoring bitch is exactly what the doctor ordered. To such men and women, nice guys must indeed come last.
