“Rose: So this is the scene at my sister’s wedding, right. There she is getting drunk regretting she ever got married for the third time, mind you. My mother is so jealous she’s sprouting snakes from her hair and I’m thinking this is perfect. We've got three feminine archetypes: The divine whore, Medusa - and me. Who am I? What archetype?
Rose: Thanks a lot, Trevor.
Rose: No, the faithful handmaiden. Always the bridesmaid, never the bride. It does prove however what Jung said all along. Myths and archetypes are alive and well and living in my apartment. As l stood beside the altar beside my sister and her husband to be, it struck me that this ritual, a wedding ceremony, is really just the final scene of a fairy tale. They never tell you what happens after. They never tell you that Cinderella drove the prince crazy with her obsessive need to clean the castle. But she missed her day job. No, they don't tell us what happens after because there is no after. The be-all and end-all of romantic love was ... Mike?
Rose: Mike, Mike, Mike sex on the brain, Mike.
Rose: Marriage, that’s right but it wasn't always like that. In the twelfth century there was a notion known as ''courtly love'', which had nothing to do with sex. In most cases, it was defined as a passionate relationship between a knight and a lady of the court who was already married...And so they could never consummate their love. In this way they would have to rise above your ordinary ''going to the bathroom in front of each other'' kinda love, and they would go after something more divine. They took sex out of the equation, and what was left was a union of souls. Think of this. Sex was always the fatal love potion. Look at the literature of the time, Lancelot and Guinevere, Tristan and Isolde. All consummation could lead to was madness, despair or death. Clinical experts, scholars and my Aunt Esther are united in the belief that True love has spiritual dimensions, while romantic love is nothing but a lie, an illusion, a modern myth, a soulless manipulation. Speaking of manipulation, it’s like going to the movies and we see the lovers on screen kiss and the music swells, and we buy it, right? So when my date takes me home and kisses me good night, and if I don’t hear the Philharmonic in my head, l dump him.
Now the question is why do we buy it? We buy it because whether it’s a myth or manipulation, let’s face it, we all want to fall in love, right? Why? Because that experience makes us feel completely alive where every sense is heightened, every emotion is magnified and our everyday reality is shattered, and we are flung into the heavens. lt may only last a moment, an hour, an afternoon but that doesn't diminish its value because we're left with memories that we treasure for the rest of our lives.
l read an article a while ago that said that when we fall in love, we hear Puccini in our heads. l love that. I think it’s because his music fully expresses our longing for passion in our lives and romantic love and while we’re listening to La Bóheme or Turandot, or reading Wuthering Heights, or watching Casablanca a little bit of that love lives in us, too. So the final question is: Why do people want to fall in love when it can have such a short shelf life and be devastatingly painful?
Student 1: Propagation of the species?
Student 2: Psychologically, we need to connect with somebody.
Student 3: Because we are culturally preconditioned?
Rose: Good, but too intellectual for me. l think it's because, as some of you may already know…while it does last, it feels fucking great.”
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