“I only like guys that are not nice. … It’s not like I want somebody to treat me badly. I want somebody who looks like they could treat me badly, but then really treats me really good. [I want a man who’s] tall, a bad boy, tattooed and financially secure…and has to like sex!”
Isn’t that kind of like what Sandra Bullock said about Jesse James all those years ago? Because I think it is. Also, Peter Facinelli allegedly cheated on Jennie Garth. How much “badder” does she want—does she want to be slapped around and used as a urinal or something? Or is she insinuating that she wants Luke Perry again after all these years, because we all know how “bad” of a boy he was on 90210.
I don’t know. I just don’t get these women who say, “Oooh, yes, I want a BAD BOY. I want a boy (? and who really wants a BOY, anyway; f-ck that noise, I want a MAN) who’s all rough and gruff and blah blah blah and then I’m going to be all SURPRISED and DEVASTATED when that bad boy actually turns out to be legitimately bad and screws me over and drains my bank account and then fantasy of the bad boy being all soft and cuddly like a teddy bear inside, you know, just how they are in all those romance books I read on the regular, is DEAD and I can’t even move ON with my life.” I think that’s really a bunch of shit, to be honest.
Jennie Garth? If that’s you? I don’t know what to tell you aside from “Grow up.” That’d probably be my best advice in this department.