I just finished watching the second half of the Outlander series the other night. If you are male and reading this post, I apologize for any unpleasantness that might conjure for you, particularly if you happened to watch the final episode.
The novels themselves hold a very dear place in my heart and I have been trying to figure out why, of late. Truthfully, I think it is because they were the first somewhat smutty romance books I ever read without wanting to gag, but the reality is probably more that I was in love with James Frasier. I just don’t want to admit that fact to myself or to anyone else.
What is it about that character, James Frasier, that is so appealing to women? Well. Aside from the obvious facts that he can speak Gaelic, looks good in a kilt, and can wield a large *dirk* like nobody’s business? How can another man compete with that?
Many women (myself included, apparently) dream of being protected, cared for even at risk of life and limb. You want to run someone through to protect my honor? Yep. That is sexy. There is nothing quite so romantic as that sort of man, and it occurred to me how modern society makes this difficult for men nowadays.
How do you demonstrate physical and emotional strength when possessing such characteristics is no longer necessary for survival or even considered desirable by the general public? Impaling someone with a sword is rather frowned upon, honor or not.
These are the thoughts I have on a Friday morning whilst in the shower…