Why Jim Halpert Has Ruined Me

My freshman English teacher was a bit of a femi-nazi determined to open our young impressionable eyes to how certain stories and movies were holding women down. For our last project, we watched Mulan (my favorite Disney movie FYI--and not just because she's Asian. Racists.) and were assigned to analyze the song lyrics and script for anti-feminists undertones and how Disney movies in general fill young girls minds with unrealistic expectations of romance and men. Maybe for some girls this is true, but even as a young child, I knew none of this was realistic. I mean, I don't think Li-Shang wore a shirt once in Mulan (not that I'm complaining).

Disney didn't ruined my expectations of romance and men for me. Jim Halpert did. 

Jim Halpert is a modern-day Disney prince. Sure there's less fighting giant octopuswomanwitch monsters, but Jim fought for Pam. I have watched Jim Halpert for nine years on The Office pine and woo and court and marry Pam Beesley. As a complete package, The Office was great for about five of the nine years, but Jim and Pam's relationship always kept me coming back (also Jim's hair--boy's got a good head of hair). In the final two episodes the writers presented so Jim/Pam "awwww" moments I could barely stand it. It was lovely. Then I immediately got that itchy jealous feeling because 1. I'm pretty sure Jim Halpert doesn't have a twin that I can date and 2. Jim Halpert does not exist in real life.

I think this pretty much sums up why Jim is so dreamy:

Their story is a classic will-they-won't-they, but for Jim it was always when-will-they. Swoon.