The Perfect Guy

I watch a re-run of “The Stepford Wives” just now and I realize something. I know, it can be a little weird and bizarre, something you see out of a horror show where the whole town turns into robots and yet it its set in a setting that is just so real, so normal.

The men wanted a perfect wife, someone who can cook, clean, wash, take care of kids, shop, have sex, serve the husband in all ways, with a big boops, perfect body, fresh make-up, doesn’t nag, always smiling, and basically perfect. You get the gist of it. And no surprising is that 99% of them felt the same way and turns all their wives into the perfect wife. It is only one guy who decided that he wanted a wife, not a robot and turn the story around.

Let say, if you were given a choice, what would you do? If you are given a chance to get the perfect guy, would you do it? I guess it has always been a dream for a girl to get a guy who can cook, cleans the house, “jaga anak”, and rich, charming, with a hot bod and cute looks. And given the opportunity, most girls would grab it and be the envy of their friends.

But, what is so good about this perfect guy anyway?

Would you give up on the chance with someone who can make you laugh and at the same time infuriate you? Would you give up on the time spend in knowing someone deep down and allowing that person to know you in return? Would you want to forget the joy of washing the dishes together or sharing the pain when the other person gets hurt? Would you miss out on the opportunity to argue with, cry for, dream together with someone who will share and understand it? Would you give up on knowing that despite your flaws, the other person loves you the same? Would you want to live knowing that the “I love you” does not mean a thing? Would you want to give up on loving someone and being love in return?

I wouldn’t.

We are made by God as companions for each other, not a slave for the other.

After all, as what she said at the end of the movie, “After knowing how perfect is, perfect isn’t so great after all”.

And to quote what my boyfie use to say

“What’s so fun about perfect? It’s the imperfection that makes life more interesting. “

~es~