I think I’m going to write a story with me in the role of the villain- antiheroine all the way. I’ll lie, I’ll use men for their money & connections, I’ll rip their hearts out, toss ‘em in a blender! I will be sneaky & underhanded, like Anne Boleyn on crack! No one will root for me, no one will want me to triumph- I’ll not be a likable character.
Everyone will root for the jerks who show up late and stick me w the check!
I might have more fun as the villain, this “heroine” thing has its drawbacks- I always have to make the right decisions and be all *moral* and crap and it isn’t any fun anymore. I always have to give advice and be such a great friend and dammit, it’s getting taxing! Honestly I was always kind of rooting for the ugly stepsisters . . . they had more personality than Cinderella!
Playing the villian might be better. How many times does a heroine have to be burnt before she leaves her rays of sunshine for darker pastures? Good doesn’t always triumph- look at Monica Lewinsky.
Your jaded heroine is signing off. There’s a new sheriff in town!