When I was a kid I idolized Alexis Morel Carrington Colby Dexter Rowan from TV's Dynasty. She was savvy, suave and scintillating. She was one of those characters you loved to hate, secretly rooted for and wished you could be. I loved the way she back stabbed her way to the top and stayed there through sheer will. She could carry the weight of the world on her enormous shoulder pads and grin her Cheshire-like grin while doing it. Of course not everyone agreed with me, they were more than glad to see Crystal Carrington beat the snot out of dear Alexis in the guest cottage, or lilly pond, or wherever else the two arch enemies felt compelled to duke it out. A mere difference of opinion I figure -- some like 'em sweet, some like 'em saucy. Regardless of how you you like your heroines they always seem to have some sort of Achilles' heel, a weak spot that can be exploited. For Alexis it was her secret love of her ex-husband Blake, a bit hokey, true, but still I have to wonder if everyone has a soft spot in their otherwise polished persona? Even Superman is defenseless against kryptonite. If our heroes are heroically flawed, can we expect perfection from us mere mortals, or are we too hopelessly imperfect?
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