Scribble #55

It seems that a lot of YA (and adult fiction, too) goes one of two extremes for male love interests: bland and boring, or abusive arsehole. It's as if authors think abuse is a character trait - an endearing one, in a man - and it's the only thing they can think of when they don't want to make him boring. Is "snarky, creepy, patronizing ass" the only personality they think of in males? That's disturbing in many ways.