Popular Culture Review Vol. 20, No. 1, Winter 2009 | Page 18

14 Popular Culture Review It is, of course, a fundamental tenet of our postmodern times that texts do not always mean what they claim they mean. Justin and Krista’s encounter is, perhaps, not merely a comment on the history of violence toward women, and neither is it merely a comment on the potential erotic joys of sadomasochism. It is, as well, a possible access point for us to consider how violence and surveillance can come to challenge the traditionally held conception of romantic love. Consider, for instance, “The Bachelor.” On this show, a single man— always financially well to do and stereotypically handsome—is surrounded with beautiful women all competing to become his future wife. Each week, one woman is eliminated in a “rose ceremony” until the pack gets culled to two or three. Here, at the end, each season provides us with the same dilemma. The bachelor talks to the camera about how hard it is to make these final cuts, how much he loves the remaining two or three women, and how he wishes he didn’t have to choose. Most seasons end, then, with the bachelor proposing, or proposing to propose, to the one lucky lady he has picked.12 Now, on the surface this is apparently about the way in which heterosexual romantic love wins out, about the sense in which one can have a soul-mate and overcome all obstacles to be together. But of course what various traces in the text are telling us is something quite the opposite. Rather than a championing of romantic, pairing relationships, “The Bachelor” is a subtle acknowledgment on our part that romantic love is an historical creation with no claim to universality. Although all of the narrative cultural and historical cliches are in place—the roses, the castles, the beautiful dresses and ball-gowns, the luscious European settings, and the fact that the women are usually younger and of lesser social and economic status than the bachelor—each time that the bachelor protests about how his feelings are so deep and so sincere for each of the women, he is, in effect, espousing a position that calls into question the reality of monogamous romance. He is pointing out that this incredibly small sampling of strangers provided him multiple possible “true loves.” That we feel his pain, praise his sincerity, and participate in the agony of his choice suggests that we, too, are in on the secret: the appearance of genuine love for multiple partners—let alone the other side of the story in which the majority of the women magically fall in love with this one man they hardly know—is getting at something deep in the structure of the nature of love itself, specifically its malleability, transitory nature, and all other things that are mostly in opposition to our public conception of romance. Let’s blame Descartes. I’m not sure that Descartes really had anything to do with this specific modernist conception of romantic love, but it’s fun to blame Descartes for things. We know, at least, that mind-body dualism and all of its resulting silliness can be traced back to Descartes; and if we move forward from Plato to the 17th century as we look at the ways in which Western thought has vilified