Immi Calderwood

The Manic Pixie Dream Girl and Me

Lately, I’ve been hearing a lot about the Manic Pixie Dream Girl (MPDG) – a stock character type in films, described by film critic Nathan Rabin as ‘that 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.’ Now, while I bloody love the name, the concept is beginning to bother me.

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 whimsically singing through the streets like Belle in Beauty and the Beast. However, now the MPDG is spreading, moving from the confines of book pages and movie screens. She has been hauled into reality, and it presents a problem.

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.

zooey

I was particularly piqued by Laurie Penny’s New Statesman article about how she ‘used to be a MPDG’ based on the following traits; physically, she’s short, petite, pale, messy hair dyed fancy colours; she’s strange, sensitive, daydreamy. She believes in the ultimate decency of humanity, and likes music. Perhaps most importantly, she plays ‘the fucking ukelele’.

On page, the MPDG is two-dimensional – defined by eccentricities rather than an actual 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 we’re talking about real life, about real people – well, then 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 myself and the MPDG. I’m short, blonde, excitable and daydreamy. My hobbies are painfully ‘quirky’. Arts and crafts. Crochet. When encountering the concept of a MPDG, I thought, ‘My god I am that girl.’ I thought, ‘Quick, I must drop the ridiculous hobbies, stop trying to get on well with people and dye my hair brown lest people refuse to take me seriously.’

But is it ourselves who should change, rather than the stereotype? Laurie Penny thinks so;

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 logically, the MPDG does not and cannot exist in real life: a real person can never slip into that two-dimensionality. In dragging the MPDG into real life, it becomes a restrictive and oppressive stereotype,  rather than a place to arbitrarily dump fictional women. And changing yourself and your hobbies in order not to fit a stereotype is just 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’. It’s my right to embrace the parts of my personality that I like, even if they are painfully and traditionally domestic. Even if they come under someone’s banner of twee or try-hard. Even if they involve crochet. And I can do it without being written off as some degrading fictional stereotype.

3 thoughts on “The Manic Pixie Dream Girl and Me

  1. Oh! Given that the MPDG stereotype is age-limited by virtue of fanciability (I’m guessing at 25 max), do you inexorably slip into CCL (crazy cat lady) and then MOB (mad old bat)? Each are just as stereotyped, and I’m just wondering from a two-dimensional point of view, where I might currently be located on the whimsical spectrum?…. Hmmm.

  2. Pingback: The perks and peeves of being a reader | phoebereads

  3. in some ways I relate to the MPDG because I’m quirky (even though I hate the term) and energetic and the rest, but I don’t feel like that makes me two dimensional, and I don’t feel like literary/film versions are two dimensional either, but a portrayal of actual honest-to-goodness people who are honestly happy with life etc. It’s often though people who aren’t depressed aren’t as ‘deep’, which in itself is a terrible sterotype, so I say screw all sterotypes – people are who they are, some people float around and sing all day long and some study the dramatics of life and mull over things in dark corners. People shouldn’t be ashamed of being who they are just because some people put negative connotations on them :S

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s