So why are women drawn to the bad-boy? Could it be as simple as this hysterical 1996 Nissan television commercial – that sums it all up just fine? Barbie, Ken & GI Joe:
Just looking at Ken you’d think, “That wuss! He couldn’t protect me against a herd of baseballs!” (Private joke)
In this case I think GI Joe seems to represent excitement and danger. He exudes confidence and strength. She thinks he can take care of her AND thrill her.
Wait, I just found out they did another commercial – so maybe it’s because he acts the HERO:
You will notice that in both commercials, GI Joe comes out of nowhere – and Barbie is with Ken again. So did Joe use Barbie as he was passing through town? Dump her only to come back for another round? Classic bad-boy behavior, n’est-ce pas?
By the time I met Alpha Hubby at work, I’d had my gut full of bad boys and was NOT interested in going that route again. I did not plan to ever marry again much less trust my heart to any guy, bad or good.
And here was Alpha Hubby – he was such a nice guy – an engineer working at the nuclear plant, raising healthy beef on the side, very precise and, ummm, shall we say – anal?? Good with attention to details – which is really nice when applied to some situations like… *ahem* …be that as it may…
He was a nice guy and so nice to me – can you imagine that? That shocked me, like that was a sin or something? Being nice to me? I even told him – now remember we’d only known one another 7 weeks before we got married so we didn’t know one another THAT well.
But while we didn’t know each other’s favorite type movie or food choices, we knew one another’s heart. So I told him, truthfully, that I’d never dated a nice guy before and wasn’t sure how I’d handle it.
I love looking back and remembering some of the dog-goned stupid things I said to him back then. All in the name of protecting my heart from being crushed again. Duh duh duh du-mb.
So after we married, we spent many nights sitting up and talking, to get to know one another. The more we talked, the more I realized I’d not married a nice guy after all; I had married a **shock** reformed bad boy.
Alpha Hubby is all man, believes in God, America, true love, hard work, and honesty. He isn’t a man’s man, per se; he’s just my man. He is masculine to the point that it doesn’t take much to push him over into the over-dominating stage; but he doesn’t scare me. He may be an alpha and growl at me sometimes, but he would never hurt me.
My heart is safe in his hands.
There is security in what he calls “predictable”. He doesn’t have his nails polished (mainly because after work, he’s mucking with cows and bulls), and fights me tooth and nail about protecting his skin from the sun. He doesn’t have an feminine side – he says I am his only feminine side and that’s that.
So in a world where the choice is Ken or GI Joe? Give me a GI Joe anytime!
Nah, forget that, give me Alpha Hubby. He’s gifted to be my mate. He’s GI Joe enough for me.