Monday, 30 September 2013

Goo-goo for Gosling

by Jasmine Ward.



Having given my main man much thought, I came up with a theory as to why he is so inexplicably perfect. We live in the era of the image, as a generation we came of age at the same time as the internet - the virtual. I can’t speak for everyone, but we don’t really pray any more. It’s not that we are faithless, it's more that religion has taken on other forms, such as the celebrity. These untouchable, golden creatures are like our Gods. It may seem depressing but it’s true: it’s them we idolize and emulate.

So Ryan is like a God.

But, more importantly, he (like most good actors) is a blank canvas. He is whatever you want him to be. My obsession has nothing to do with the person Ryan Gosling - it has everything to do with my many ideas of him. He’s doughy and sensitive in The Notebook; a moral intellectual in The Ides of March; a mute bad boy in Drive.
It’s not just me who’s goo-goo for Gosling. It was my mum who put me onto him. I remember her telling me how his charisma "just leaked from the screen." My friend’s little sister now boycotts his flicks. She says it causes her physical pain to know that he’s out there and they are not together. Last Christmas I reached an all-time low, I found myself googling his address. I happened to be in New York and I didn’t think it was stalking. I thought that if I hung out outside his pad, he would see me on his way back from the gym. My eyes would be so full of fervent devotion that he would have to come and talk to me.
My dream was insanity, but I have since decided that the obsession boils down to fantasy and reality. Studies have shown that erotic novels work better for women because our imagination plays a seminal part in arousal. So an actor with a myriad of appealing identities is a delectable ingredient for fantasy.
As women our idea of man almost always trumps the reality.  In all of Austen’s novels the heroine falls in love with the ‘Darcy’ when she is miles away from him. In fact, distance is an intrinsic part of Austen’s formula. The woman needs time away from the man to ‘imagine’ their life together. Then they meet, he proposes and the novel finishes. Is this because there is nothing romantic about the reality of man? All the romance is in the heroine clutching his letter, yearning for someone she thinks she can’t have.
So I will now invite you into my brain and hope I am not alone when I make this confession: I have often found someone who I think is aesthetically pleasing and then allowed my imagination to take charge. She glances upon this stranger and begins to construct Mr. Right. She makes sure they are perfect for me in every way. Obviously, as soon as I have my second conversation with 'Mr. Right', my dream is shot down. However, I think and hope this isn’t a weird 'me' thing. I am sure it’s a female phenomenon.
I blame the actor Ryan Gosling, for feeding our fantasies. He makes us believe that there is more than FIFA and beer pong. He keeps our hopes alive with each of his feminine ideals. I will go as far as to say: he is the reason I am perpetually single.
Ryan, if you’re reading this, please get in touch.

6 comments:

  1. rupert Lycett Green1 October 2013 at 14:31

    Jazz. It's so good it hurts !!

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  2. Brilliant and yes I am still goo goo for him......

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  3. Really enjoyed reading this but was kind of sad to realise that im not the only one that likes him and that my thoughts arent unique. When I went to LA I made sure I went and hung out at the same cafes hed been papped at in the hope id see him and hed fall in love with me. Sadly never saw him.

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