Just a little bit of something about you gentlemen who rush to aid and pursue the damsels in distress. You are needed, even by those of us who appear strong and separate. We need you like you need us (and you do need us), though we might well make our way without you. The only thing about those fairy tales, dear sweet Princes Charming, the thing you all so often forget, is this: in the myths, in the Brothers Grimm, in the content of our dreams, and all the stories in between, the Princesses are worthy lasses. They aren't chipped-shouldered, damaged girls trying to swirl your life into chaos, who 'have no pity'. Well, I'm probably wrong - I'm sure they need you, too. But I am making a plea for the others, the soft, strong, long-suffering, patient ones who try their very best to love and do the right thing, even when they are locked up, beaten down and humiliated. They even try to fight the good fight all on their own.
So when you venture forth in your feats of gallantry, and I sincerely wish more of you would try, make sure the girl you're rescuing is one who is trying (and I sincerely wish more of us would try) too. Not just one who is trying you.
(painting by John William Waterhouse, La Belle Dame Sans Merci. Careful... is she the one? Do you know the poem by Keats of the same title?)