Charlyn Arellano

An Ode to the Manic Pixie Dream Girl

She was conflicted. No. She was conflict incarnate. She suffered from MPDG (Manic Pixie Dream Girl) syndrome, a diagnosis offered up by the latest asshole in her gallery of rogues. Citing her initially welcoming nature, he called bullshit on the close of their nocturnal interaction. A healthy serving of whiskey in, she resembled more raving Mr. Hyde than refined Dr. Jekyll, foaming at the mouth and raving about his inability to adapt and "just go with the flow, dude." The fucker didn’t even have the decency to prescribe a proper sedative for her. That doctor role play from the other night didn’t come with an Rx Pad after all.