The Loss of Romance

3 04 2010

Yesterday afternoon, Good Friday, my wife and I did something we rarely do: we slopped out in front of the TV in the middle of the afternoon and watched a film. We were both in recovery mode, in need of some rest and for this reason we did something we might not have done otherwise, we watched The Sound of Music!

Now I suppose if you are a cynic you can guess where this is going, particularly in the light of the heading and of recent blogs here. We both sat there drying our eyes for the sheer goodness that is portrayed in that film, against a background of Nazi take over of Austria. And yes, we both wept, I believe, for the present younger generation for whom such romance as is portrayed in this film must seem twee or perhaps fanciful. My wife is a teacher in a secondary school and witnesses first hand the life styles of the present younger generation. Set alongside modern coupling, this portrayal of naive feelings in this trainee Nun and the courtesy of this father of six,  surely comes over with a twee naiveté, but if it does it actually says more about modern young people than about a film that is now over forty years old.

It is bound to be an exaggeration to say that romance is completely missing from modern young relationships but if the media is to be believed, and what my knowledge of a number of young people confirms, sex kills off romance, and there is plenty of sex around today. To compare so many modern relationships with that portrayed in this old film, one has to conclude that modern relationships are, by comparison, brash and coarse, and that is sad.

True romance, I would suggest, flows naturally without great effort, but that again seems largely absent in relationships that have to be propped up by the extravagance of modern materialism. Possibly it is that I need to get out more and widen my acquaintanceship but all I can go on is what I see in the world around me, and what I see makes me want to weep. How said it is, how tragic that emancipation has destroyed romance.  How sad if we deride or snigger at naive romance.




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