I’ve been hearing a lot recently about the Manic Pixie Dream Girl and, while I bloody love the name, the whole concept is beginning to bother me. It’s the way that this character type is beginning to spread, making the transition from page or screen to real life. I was quite happy with her/it while she existed solely in fiction, whiling away her days as Summer in ‘500 Days of Summer’ or Belle in ‘Beauty and the Beast’, but now the concept has been hauled into reality it presents a problem.
I was particularly piqued by Laurie Penny’s NewStatesman article about how she ‘used to be a MPDG’ (http://www.newstatesman.com/lifestyle/2013/06/i-was-manic-pixie-dream-girl). I know I’m a bit late, because the article was ages ago. And I’m not only having a dig at Penny, but that article for me epitomises the way that the MPDG is penetrating reality.
Wikipedia tells me the MPDG is usually, open quotation marks, a static character who has eccentric personality quirks and is unabashedly girlish. They invariably serve as the romantic interest for a (most often brooding or depressed) male protagonist. Close quotation marks.
But according to Penny, her MPDG traits were the following: physically, she’s short, petite, pale, messy hair dyed fancy colours; she’s strange, sensitive, daydreamy, and believes in the ultimate decency of humanity, and likes music. And plays the ‘fucking ukelele’.
On page, the MPDG is two-dimensional, defined by eccentricities rather than a personality. A girl whose hobbies can be explained away as quirks. Which is fine when all you’re explaining away is a fictional character, but when you make the move into real life, that thing you’re explaining away is a person. At what point do someone’s physical attributes or hobbies become an eccentricity to be dismissed?
I can’t help noticing the huge similarities between me and the MPDG. I’m short, blonde, excitable and daydreamy, and my hobbies are painfully ‘quirky’. Arts and crafts. Crochet. I thought, my god I am ‘That Girl’. I thought, quick, drop the ridiculous hobbies, stop trying to get on well with people and dye my hair brown so people take me more seriously.
As Laurie Penny is so clear, we should change ourselves rather than the stereotype: “I try hard, now, around the men in my life, to be as unmanic, as unpixie and as resolutely real as possible, because I don’t want to give the wrong impression. And it’s a struggle. Because I remain a small, friendly, excitable person who wears witchy colors and has a tendency towards the twee”.
But then I remembered that the MPDG does not and cannot exist in real life: a real person can never slip into that two-dimensionality. And in dragging the MPDG into real life it becomes, rather than a place to arbitrarily dump fictional women, a restrictive and oppressive stereotype. And changing yourself and your hobbies in order not to fit a stereotype is as ridiculous as changing them to fit to one.
So I will be embracing the MPDG in me. I like that side of me, and I liked it before someone started calling it ‘manic’ and ‘pixie’. And it’s my right to embrace the parts of my personality that I like, even if they are painfully and traditionally domestic, without being lumped into some degrading fictional stereotype.