“My What A Guy!” — Real Life Lessons From Cartoon Crushes

An old flame came back into my life this week. On social media, of course, (is there anywhere else to reconnect with old flames?). It was very unexpected. In fact, back when I’d been in love with him I’d been sure he didn’t even know I existed. How could he? We lived in two completely different worlds. I was in London, England and he was in a small French town inside my television set. But, just this week, there he was again, flooding my Twitter feed with likes and retweets all because I happened to include him in a meme. It’s so like him, really, to want to lap up all the praise and applause — it never would have worked between us, he’s much too self-centered. But I’m grateful for the new Twitter followers he brought me. And for the memories.

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He’s not your man, he’s . . . a cartoon. Okay, fine, yes, technically this old flame is not actually a real person. But, don’t let that fool you. For about three years my feelings for Gaston (from Disney’s Beauty and the Beast) were very, very real. He was my first Disney crush. And, I know (I know) Gaston is the bad guy. But I don’t regret a single minute of it. Not even a little bit. Because Gaston taught me something. And so did my next Disney crush (the Beast, obviously) after that. Here, let me explain.

Beauty and the Beast came out in 1991, the year I turned nine. I was already a big Disney fan, but this movie sealed the deal for me. It wasn’t just Gaston. It was everything. The animation, the songs, the story, and (of course) Belle. 

I recognized, even then, that the Beast was who Belle should end up with, and that she was right to refuse Gaston’s offer of marriage and dismiss him as a brainless jerk. I could even see that, by the end, Gaston’s ego-driven lust for Belle had led him to acts of actual evil, resulting in his ultimate demise. But I didn’t care. For a girl just beginning to think about romantic attachments, Gaston was exactly what I was looking for: a man. 

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From the safety of my living room, I learned to appreciate a deep booming voice, a winning smile, enormous muscles, and a cleft chin. Gaston oozed masculinity in a way that no other Disney cartoon character had done before. But safely, in a way that no non-cartoon man could have done. And while, even at nine, I was able to understand that Gaston, himself, was hopelessly flawed and not at all worthy of our heroine’s love, there was something so male about him, and it spoke to me.

It wasn’t until three years later, in 1994, that I learned to love the Beast. That April, Beauty and the Beast had hit Broadway, the first of Disney’s musical theater productions. I was 12 then, visiting my grandparents in New York City, and, as chance would have it, seeing the show for the first time with a boy. 

My grandparents, awesomely glamorous and hip for old people, had gotten tickets to the show and were taking me and their friends who had a son my age. At the time, I was attending an all-girls school, so talking to boys (let alone attending the theater with them) was not something I was in the habit of doing. It was, however, something I wanted very much to be in the habit of doing.

This boy was very nice — chivalrous even. Before the show, he took me up in the glass elevator at the Marriott Marquis hotel in Times Square. Up and up and up we rose, leaving the grown-ups behind and soaring, in a blaze of enormous lightbulbs attached to the outside of the elevator, to the top floor where we had a view of Broadway. I half expected him to kiss me right then and there. Of course, we’d only just met, so that was fairly optimistic.

Before the show, he told me to follow him, and led me down the center aisle to the railing that overlooked the orchestra pit. Only a few of the musicians were in their seats, which seemed to disappoint him. He’d been hoping to impress me and this was a meager showing. But I was very enthusiastic, touched that he’d wanted to impress me at all, given that I was an awkwardly tall, frizzy-haired twelve-year-old, wearing a dorky denim dress from Anne Taylor. He didn’t kiss me then either.

But, when the show started, my budding flirtation was utterly forgotten. There, in real life, were the characters I’d come to view as old friends. But new, also, fleshed out, given deeper back-stories and more complicated motivations. And it was the Beast, whose character really isn’t all that developed in the animated movie, who leapt off the stage and claimed my heart.

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In all the ways that Gaston embodied the physicality of maleness, the Beast embodied the essential nature of men. He was independent, proud, and set in his ways. But he was also determined, eager to please, and earnest in his desire to learn. He was brave, loyal, and honest. And he loved with his whole heart, unashamedly, joyfully, and proudly. He was a man. In Beast’s clothing.

The boy I saw the show with never kissed me. We were pen pals for a while and I had a crush on him, of course, since there was no one else real to have a crush on. But my heart belonged to the Beast. And he taught me what to look for in a man. 

And, as I grew up, I began to meet actual male humans. And have boyfriends. And ex-boyfriends. And, even though I stayed with some guys too long, I always knew I had to end it if they didn’t measure up to my ideal of who a man should be. If they weren’t honest. If they weren’t brave. If they weren’t loyal. Gone. Gone. Gone. 

And, eventually, I met a man who measured up in every way. So I married him. He still measures up. Every day. Maybe it sounds ridiculous to say that I chose my husband based on traits I learned from a Disney movie. But it’s worked out pretty well for me.

So, welcome to all my new followers! I’m so glad Gaston led you here to me. As for Gaston himself, well, he’s about twenty-four years too late. He’ll have to find himself some other girl. I’m taken.

12 thoughts on ““My What A Guy!” — Real Life Lessons From Cartoon Crushes

  1. This is lovely! Manly men are the best. The most important attributes when I was looking for a boyfriend, way back when I was 14, was 1) he had to be a Christian and 2) he had to be smarter than me. More superficially, he had to be taller than me (I’m 5’2″, so that wasn’t too big of a hurdle). I really think I bit off more than I can chew sometimes when it comes to my high school sweetheart husband, I’m pretty sure he’s the smartest man alive. So personally, I’ve always found really intelligent men the most attractive, but it’s even better if they’re also strong and tall. I think that’s what really speaks to the two sides of me, the cerebral and creative part of me needs a stimulating partner, and the rest of me needed that tall, protective manly man (husband is 6′). Spiritually, I needed a man who would be a Christian leader and protector. How I found all of this when I was 14, I’ll never know. Seriously though, virile, strong, protective men are the best partners.
    -Rachel F

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  2. I found my Prince Charming 46 years ago (sealed the deal 42 years ago…how time flies). He’s handsome, a manly man, hunter, protector (would die for me), faithful, and he loves me. Thank you, Faith, it was such a fun, great article and so true!

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  3. I love this. I know some people think I’m crazy for having been so picky about guys my whole life, but you clearly get it.

    It’s NOT ridiculous at all. At least, I refuse to think it is because I, too, am guilty of basing my ideal man off of fictional characters. (Sometimes I think authors like Charlotte Bronte and Jane Austen and Elizabeth Gaskell have simply ruined real-life guys. And the same definitely goes for Disney and most of their princes–for sure the Beast.)

    **Slightly off-topic here, but would you consider–or have you considered–doing some posts discussing the live-action Disney princess movies so far? I mean, with the Aladdin remake coming out, I was thinking I’d be so interested in reading your thoughts on Maleficent, Cinderella (2015), and Beauty and the Beast (2017)!

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  4. I wanted to comment and tell you how much I have enjoyed exploring your blog. You say so much of what I think and feel about the subject of fairy tales! I mentioned you in a blog post today. its a blog I started several years ago but never really got serious about it. Am trying to do so now.

    Growing up, Disney was in what could possibly be described as its lowest point, so I never really formed an attachment for it. It wasnt until they had a story telling renaissance in the 90s that I could enjoy it and my daughter considers it all some of the best stuff of her childhood. Im going to be recommending she read your posts. As a young woman trying to figure out her own generation and her own way in the world (shes in her 20s), I know she’d really relate to a lot of what you have to say!

    (Mary Thornell is a pen name Ive chosen to use)

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    1. Hello!! I just saw your post and tweeted it out (I didn’t realize Mary Thornell was a pen name and couldn’t find you to tag you on Twitter, if you’re on there.) Thank you so much for the shout out in your blog. I’m so glad you like my posts. I have a book coming out next week you and your daughter might enjoy called Saving Cinderella: What Feminists Get Wrong About Disney Princesses and How to Set it Right. Here’s the link to the pre-order page: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07L2HYRLD?ref_=pe_3052080_276849420 (the paperback’s not up yet but will be soon).

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      1. On my list! I dont have an author Twitter yet. Im still very much in the throes of my first draft on my own novel and dont think Ill have much to tweet about (apart from my blog posts) until I have something more substantial. I am definitely going to share the book though!

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