And the medieval chunk of the poetry you’re talking about is entirely based around the idea that love ennobles, and so if one loves but is not loved in return, because the woman is married or trapped in a tower or THIRTEEN GODDAMNED YEARS OLD, one is obligated to go out into the world and use that love as a catalyst to do great and good things.
The “friendzone” narrative cannibalizes this, because it replaces the story of Working Your Passion On The World To Make It Better with the story of Working Your Passion On Some Judgemental Cockteasing Bitch Because Something Something My Penis.
somehow i cant imagine a fuckboy sitting down and composing a ghazal
…damnit, don’t make me hope
don’t make me hope to one day see a poem where just over half the lines end in “because something something my penis”
don’t do that to me
what ungrateful bitch has put me in the friend zone? who spurned my love, just as i was in the end zone?
m’lady, i tipped the fedora of my heart your way –
believe me, my love was no pretend zone
i felt euphoric for days, with your attention,
now here i languish, alone, in the condemned zone
That’s it, agoodcartoon is a goddamn poet for the ages.
Forsooth, mine love, why can’t you doth see me? Through the chains of jocks which hast trapped thee?
My fedora displays knowledge and class Unlike yon alpha male’s firm, tonéd ass
My insults will pique your interests with ease Since a true meninist shan’t deign to please
You can’t know what a Nice Guy’s true love is Because friendzone, something, something penis
I will never, ever get the friend zone as a concept. It’s utterly stupid.
ha ha ha ha ha ha!
“My lady, the strings of my heart you’ve been plucking But instead of my junk it’s that hunk that you’re fucking Your heart is as cold as a frozen ice block Because you will not something something my cock”
“I can’t believe you really thought we’d be friends Can’t you see I’ve been nice for ulterior ends The fact that you don’t live to fuck me is sick You’re worthless to me something something my dick”
These are the thoughts of a million douchebags Who deserve to hump nothing but crusty cumrags She’s a goddess, you dolt, she’s a modern day Venus There is more to love than something something your penis.
These are all Drake songs, right?
You used to put me in the
You used to, you used to
M’lady
You used to put me in the friend zone
Late night when you spurned my love
Put me in the friend zone
Late night when you spurned my love
And I know when that fedora tips
That’s when I feel my heart rip
I know when that fedora tips
That’s when i feel my heart rip
Lemme make this better
the person responsible for this trope was a woman, Elinor of Acquitaine whose fascinating history involved a lot of men getting pissed at her and locking her in towers to keep her from meddling [if you’ve watched Empire Cookie’s characer is deliberately based on Elinor]
now Elinor had a lot of free time and a lot of disposable wealth of her own so she started to commission people to write out poems and stories for her, that were mostly about women in towers and men who would do their best to bend space and time to get them out again.
Basically the entire trope of unrequited love in the west came from one salty woman who was really pissed at the men in her life and so wanted to read about men who were worth loving instead of the assholes in her life
