Manic Pixie Dream Girl, a trope defined by Nathan Rabin as, “…bubbly, shallow cinematic creature that exists solely in the fevered imaginations of sensitive writer-directors to teach broodingly soulful young men to embrace life and its infinite mysteries and adventures.”
For a further understanding I highly recommend “Ruby Sparks” (It not on Netflix anymore, sorry) as it not only was the first film that came to my mind as I researched this trope but further, Robin Schnider stated, “[“Ruby Sparks”] act as a cautionary tale against the Manic Pixie Dream Girl.”
This trope is one that I find myself easily relating to, almost too closely to by Rabin’s definition, and referring back to time and time again when I find myself in a trap of my own construction where I feel guilty or like I am boring others when I care for myself, which really shouldn’t be so. It is of the utmost importance to take of yourself and this is something that I really do believe but have had difficulty putting into practice. I felt almost evil, as theatrical as that sounds, when I didn’t help people – friends and strangers alike. It literally consumed my thoughts and kept me up at night worrying about their well being without what I could offer (things like a spare pencil or lunch money, anything!).
Luckily, there has been a lot of personal growth for me in the past year and much more to come, hopefully. It still is hard for me to abandon people in their time of need but I am sure over time it will get easier, and I shall become progressively more heartless (serious topics are difficult for me, so I use humour to cope). When I found myself in the darker days, as dark as days can get for the human embodiment of a unicorn anyhow, I would turn to slam poetry and spoken word as a sort of release. I have been told to consume the things you want to be good at, for me that was poetry. Poetry has always been something I had an interest in so delving into spoken word whole heatedly felt natural. There have been many poets and poem that have left me in awe but Olivia Gatwood’s “Manic Pixie Dream Girl” resonated most with me. Due to the fact that I am the love interest of -10% of the population’s story I didn’t write from the perspective of the traditional definition of the Manic Pixie Dream Girl; that being said, I found Gatwood’s words held much meaning and spoke to my soul (I am so sorry I couldn’t think of any other word to use). Without further adieu here is Manic Pixie Dream Girl, After Olivia Gatwood.
Manic Pixie Dream Girl, After Olivia Gatwood
Manic Pixie Dream Girl says, “Are you sure you don’t need help?”
Manic Pixie Dream Girl says, “Let me help you out all I can!”
Watch me grab your hand and carry you along.
Switch to your perspective as you watch me smile as I carry you along.
That the sound of your burdens shifting onto my shoulders.
I’m going to sign you up for a much needed dance class
on your one day off
without your permission
and you’re going to love it.
And you thought you hated dancing.
Do you see me? Encouraging you to try new things?
Manic Pixie Dream Girl wants you to do something you’ve never done before.
Things like starting a journal
You want to know my dreams? They have no importance anyway.
Probably something like meeting a fairy
or taking care of my mental health.
But this isn’t about me this is about you and your tedious job,
your black jeans;
you black Honda,
your black heart.
Manic Pixie Dream Girl says, “Let me save you!”
Says, “Don’t worry you can be the lead role.
This is your journey
about the way I teach you to live.
Everything anyone will ever know about me
they will learn when it’s projected onto you.
I’ll lose all undesirable traits when you parade them as good.”
Manic Pixie Dream Girl talks too loudly,
says “I love you” too soon
and hides her eyes from the commercials.
That makes me a funny woman, right?
The sort that people like to laugh at?
It’s easy to support you when I act like this,
such a manic dream,
Your utterly shattered play thing!
Manic Pixie Dream Girl says let’s play make believe with my mind.
I’ll be the vintage LP
rattling in your empty jewelry box.
Good girl, not bad at all, a nod and a curtsy.
Let me leave behind my dreams,
mind fried from all those kind lies.
Work done when you need it;
call me when you’re bored.
Let me build myself smaller than you.
Let me apologize when I get caught putting myself before you.
Let me always live for this,
let me work for this.
The convenient thing about using a magical woman is that
they can be disposed of as quickly as they are
When I begin to become my own person for the first time
the movie is over,
Manic Pixie Dream Girl doesn’t go on,
there is nothing left for me once you are gone.
Manic Pixie Dream Girl is too Dream Girl,
and you just woke up.
I allowed my lips to be coerced by to you to remain tightly shut for so long
that when they finally parted the audience lost interest.
All my flaws were brought to light;
and in that instance I looked just like
(I really did not do this poem justice, I shall continue improve. Pinky promise)