Sometimes you can wreck a novel by throwing in too many obstacles, too many negatives. You can wear out your reader.
I was reminded of this axiom, while watching the second episode of Married at First Sight. The director heavy-handedly played up the struggles of the new couples, to the point that the previews of future episodes were entirely negative. The director missed the point. An audience for this show wants at least some happily-ever-afters. If only about failure, then the director is announcing to the world that the experts and/or the couples hadn't known what they were doing or weren't serious.
Fool me twice, because I'll continue to watch (for a while) in the vain hope a couple survives.
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A separate thought:
At the conference, a stunningly beautiful friend complained to me that guys complimented her to have their way with her.
News flash: Every hetero guy is guilty in varying degrees, because that's the way God made us. Now most of us resist the temptation due to societal pressures or being totally in love with someone else or it's such a subconscious need that we might hardly notice or he's so old he's forgotten (like me), but it is still part of our very base psychology.
Men want to populate the planet all by themselves, selfish bastards.
Women want the best man to give them the perfect child.
Don't blame me, have a talk with the Creator.
Love the One You're With, 1970, Stephen Stills: