Who Do You Lo-v-v-v-ve... And Why

Much as I've had George Thorogood shrieking this refrain in my head for days now (oh that sleep deprivation is so much fun), this is not a blog about late twentieth-century rock and roll. This is a blog about what it means to love.

A close relative and I got into a bicker recently. There's always been a sort of rivalry for attention between her and another of my close family relatives. She said, "You love her. You have to love her. She's family."

To which I responded -- and I was tired and frustrated at the time -- and therefore less apt to spare feelings, "You don't HAVE TO love anybody. You can care for somebody without loving them."

As much as that might offend some people and much as that might have surprised her into silence, which was, at that moment, a relief-let-me-tell-you, I'm going to stand by that statement. Nobody has to -- nobody is obligated to -- love anyone else. Even family.

I think the thing that made her go silent at that moment was the not-so-coincidental fact that I was caring for her, since she was approaching the end stages of a terminal disease and making it very difficult all around for all of us who had to tend her. So that left open the very real possibility that I might be tending her, but not necessarily out of love.

In the midst of taking care of everything that went along with her dying, I was still working, and the project I had to edit was a particularly shallow romance novel. The characters were thrown together, barely spoke, then awkwardly made love and improbably lived happily ever after. Their secrets were revealed in the narrative but never to each other, and their conversations were kept to a bare bit of snarls and glib replies, but somehow she realized he was a man of strength and caring and he realized she was kind and giving and ....

Oh, who knows. The thing was...all tell, no show. No depth.

So I started thinking about love, and what constitutes love, and what authors should strive to do and by extension real people should hope enters their lives -- and why it's important to recognize and grab hold of and never take for granted.

Love -- love is when someone tells you something they admire or think is great about you without adding "but...". Love is when you can see someone at their worst, know them well enough to realize they can also be dazzling -- and they see the same in you. Love is when you can be together and be silent and comfortable in that quiet, when it's just a matter of holding a hand or saying something intimate or funny or sympathetic. Love is getting each other -- it's about communicating, and not necessarily by talking everything to death. Love is about forgiveness when the other person's being a total pain in the ass, because you know maybe sometimes you are, too.

And it's about listening. About reassurance and discovery and growing together. And valuing that relationship and respecting it. There is no trouncing on feelings or physical or emotional abuse in real love; there's no need to separate the one you love from others or trying to outdo them if they earn more money or draw better pictures or make a better cheeseburger.

We've all seen, or some of us have even experienced -- relationships where people tolerated horrible treatment because they thought it was love, and they thought they had to stay and take it. Sometimes because they thought they would never meet anyone else, or because that person was "family", or because they thought that was the way it's supposed to be when you're in love. It isn't. It really isn't.

So when you write love, you need to be sure your characters show -- in their words, gestures, actions -- what it means to love. Make them sensitive, strong, full of heart. Don't make them cruel, or let them forget to develop their feelings. Let them show them, grow from the foundation that you start with that initial connection, that reason for coming together and maybe staying that way.

And try, really try, to do that in your own life. Seek it out, love with all you've got and value those who treat you with love. Forgive if you can, but remember your own worth, too -- love makes you happy, tender, ever-changing -- but it also gives you strength you might never have realized you had. It grows. It holds but never binds. It lifts you up and fills you near to bursting at the best, and even the worst, of times.

  

When Would You Walk Away From The Hero?

Let's get this out of the way: I am not a Feminist. I believe in equal rights and self-esteem and basic mutual respect between the genders (and that means all of them). I believe in holding the door for the person after you, no matter whether they are male or female, young, old, hairy, bald, snooty or friendly. I think it doesn't hurt to be nice to other people on a regular basis, because maybe they'll pass it on to someone else. Maybe you'll change their day for the better with your little gesture. I am a mother, a wife, a daughter, an aunt, a niece -- and I don't want to pass on any negative "-isms" if I can help it.

I also happen to think that people learn from what they are exposed to. I do not mean this as a generalization -- surely not everyone who watches horror movies decides to turn into Freddy Kreuger just as not everyone who reads a biography about Mother Theresa gives up their corporate position to go take care of the poor in third world countries -- but I think, in the absence of seeing different aspects of different subjects, impressionable people might feel certain behaviors are normal and what they should aspire to or expect from life. 

Recently I've encountered some "romance" stories with couples -- the hero and heroine, and sometimes even the supporting characters -- who made me cringe. I thought, "Would I want my niece to read this? My son? My daughter?"

The answer was a resounding NO.

This made me wonder -- have any of you ever encountered, or read, a character or even a real person you just had to walk away from? Someone you wanted to tell the heroine/hero to run like hell from? Someone you wouldn't want to introduce to your friends or family? Someone you wouldn't want to be with? And if someone you loved was exposed to this person, how would you deal with it? What are the boundaries that would have to be crossed in order to make you take action?

Real life example: I was dating someone a long time ago that seemed funny and warm. He had a decent job and a home and southern gentleman manners. One day I walked in on him, after being invited over, to find him beating his dog with a bat. I never found out what the dog did to enrage him, but it had no impact on him at all when I shouted for him to stop. On an upswing, I reached out for the bat and grabbed it, and he turned and growled at me to let it go or I would be next.
I do not know where it came from because at the time I was not the most confident person. Those of you who know me personally know I'm not exactly linebacker-sized. I'm more the opposite of linebacker-sized. Maybe it was that I was terrified and upset for the dog. I looked him right in the eye and bluffed. I growled back, "Oh, you really don't want to do that."
And apparently, he did not. Maybe he suddenly worried that I had some inner ninja he hadn't counted on. Maybe he thought with a growl like that I would be willing to act physically and kick his scrawny (okay, at the time I didn't think it was scrawny, but in retrospect...) ass. That was it for us. Everything that had come before was null and void and that sort of cruelty, that threat -- wow. I just got out.
I heard the dog went to his ex-wife. I will never, ever, forget the look on his face when I grabbed the bat. For a long time I wondered how I'd missed signs in how he'd treated me before that. For months I had nightmares about letting go of the bat, and what could have happened when I did.

The heroes that have recently put me off have controlling, demeaning tendencies that their authors have somehow packaged as romantic. Characters do have flaws and secrets, and sometimes those elements drive the story and make you feel for them. But when does behavior go over the line and make you want to sit down with your niece, for instance, and say, "Look. Don't ever let someone treat you like this. It is not romantic and it is not respectful and it is not an example of how people who love each other should treat each other."

Examples extracted from text:

"Shut up and just take off your [article of clothing] like a good girl."

"I am not giving you the key (this said to a newlywed about their home) until I can trust you to behave."

"Why are you so fat?"

"You're going to wear what I like and you're not going to give me any [expletive] about it. And I will know if you take it off and you will be punished."

Heroes insist on carrying their heroines everywhere, and not always because they've been injured. Or they have the heroine's friends spy on her and report back. They begin as attentive and overwhelmingly romantic, too good to be true. The story becomes so focused upon the couple that friends and family are slowly eliminated from the picture.

Does anyone know the classic beginning signs of emotional, physical, or sexual battering? Would you want someone talking to you, or your friend or family member, that way? What would you do?

So there are things I want to know:

Have you ever encountered a character that you could not stand? Are there characters in classics or bestsellers that you couldn't believe other readers thought were wonderful but that you wished had never been published?

Have you ever encountered someone like that in real life and what did you do about it? Have you encountered someone like that and not done anything?

I am truly curious about how people feel about certain kinds of actions within relationships, both real and fictional. I wonder how we help or teach those around us to understand that some forms of behavior -- negative, disparaging, physically or emotionally uncomfortable or hurtful -- are just not right.

Please let me know what you think.