Is Love Blind, Really?

She’s a plain woman and he’s a disfigured man. It’s a classic love story, and very 1940s. But she was always homely, and he was once dashingly handsome, with a privileged life.

He’s bitter and resentful, focused on what he’s lost. As they spend time together, her gentleness eases his pain, and he finds comfort in her company. He marries her out of loneliness, then falls in love with her for the woman she is, inside.

Soon both are convinced of a miraculous transformation: she’s grown beautiful, and his scars have healed.

Nice little fairy tale, isn’t it?

This is the gist of 1945’s “The Enchanted Cottage,” with Robert Young and Dorothy McGuire. It’s a lightweight film that caught my fancy the other night, but it strikes me as worthy of discussion for two reasons – the first to do with beauty, and the second to do with the nature of love.

Who Doesn’t Love Beauty?

We certainly live in a culture that places extraordinary value on physical beauty. Maybe we gaze from afar and wish we could know what it feels like to “own” that power. Maybe we long to know the envy of others, squiring a stunner on our arm, or being the looker who receives those admiring glances.

We’re struck by beauty, awed by it, some of us consumed by it – however we define its contours. And we respond with a variety of emotions, not to mention sexual arousal.

Maybe it’s the attractive neighbor, the sexy colleague in the office, or the stunning cashier at Whole Foods.

Maybe its Millionaire Matchmaker Patti Stanger with her crass (but oh-so-true?) statements about men like “the penis does the picking.” Whatever you think of the methods to her madness, can we deny that we all initially respond to the visual?

Beauty is magnetic. Beauty is powerful. We’re governed by subtle prejudice when it comes to beauty, attributing positive qualities where they may (or may not exist).

A woman’s beauty can be an enormous asset – if used judiciously, and knowing it will ultimately expire. That’s no less true of a man’s good looks, though I contend that charisma is far more than externals, though physical appeal for a woman remains a trickier issue.

When Beauty Fades

Getting back to love story I describe, the plain woman had never known beauty – so she lived her life accordingly – “blindly.” Yet once transformed – and note, both characters are convinced of the physical transformation – she grows fearful of losing her beauty, which she sees as the reason she is finally loved.

Also of interest is that the hero of our tale feels inferior when he loses his elegant Golden Boy status. Perhaps the circles he traveled in worsen the scenario, but it’s intriguing to see how he rails against the fates for his disfigured face.

I am reminded of an eloquent piece of writing by Lisa Hickey, “Chasing Beauty: An Addict’s Memoir,” which opens the door to the experience of beauty pursued, beauty attained, and its undeniable power. But Ms. Hickey’s words also speak to living with fear. When you’re beautiful, the prospect of beauty fading can be terrifying, which leads me to consider the hundreds of thousands of cosmetic procedures performed each year – just on those who are still teenagers.

That isn’t about beauty retained, but the chase for beauty from an early age when we ought to be learning and forming as individuals. I can’t help but feel tremendous concern for our culture that drives its women to undergo the knife, simply in order to feel deserving.

Speaking of Love – Blind or Not?

And speaking of love, what do we think? Is it blind after all – and is that a good thing?

Is love blind to the exterior, if we can get past our set of requirements when it comes to height, weight, age, or features? If we can move past the social status, the job title, the income level that we’re told “we deserve?” If love is blind to these elements, is that necessarily a “good” thing?

Is love blinded to bad character or bad behavior if the outside package is pretty enough to please us – and deceive us? If that’s the case, wouldn’t we want to throw off our blindness?

The Enchanted Cottage includes two other characters, one of whom is a man who lost his sight, and the other, a middle-aged widow whose husband was killed in World War I. They both provide context and narrative, instructing our romantic duo in what truly matters.

At the end of the film, it’s obvious that no physical change has taken place. The woman remains unattractive, and her husband’s face is still disfigured. Yet love has blinded them to their outward appearance, as the widowed character says: “A man and woman in love have a gift of sight.”


When I consider the men I have loved in my life, and likewise the women whose friendships have meant the world to me,  I’m aware of the times that I loved blindly in the worst possible way, which led to disappointment and hurt. I ignored warning signs. I gave the benefit of the doubt too freely. I turned away from my internal GPS.

I didn’t think I deserved any better.

That last statement is key. Let it sink in and ask yourself if you feel the same. Remind yourself there’s something between “expecting the world” (a.k.a. Prince Charming) and believing you’re not worthy of anything except what comes your way.

I also recognize the times I loved most clearly – with no blinders and no excuses – and no denying traits I disliked. Instead I was able to put them into appropriate context: knowledge of common values, appreciation of pleasures beyond the surface; understanding of the flaws we all possess and how abysmally boring we would be if that weren’t the case.

My take?

Love isn’t blind. It’s a state of clarity – and one that starts with a clear view of ourselves.


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  1. says

    I’ve no idea what the phrase ‘love is blind’ actually means. Two ideas came to mind: When you fall in love with someone’s good looks you are often blind to the faults you need to notice. When you love someone because of the person they are, you choose to ignore the faults that don’t matter.

  2. says

    Hmmmm. Food for thought. I am thought to be ‘the most beautiful woman in the world’ by a man who fell in love with me at 17. Now at 48, I am 70 lbs heavier than I was then *70!* wrinkles, gray here (and there) and yet he still seems to see me like he did all those years ago. Rose colored glasses? His brain may need dissecting.

  3. Curtis says

    BLW I know that many people are overcome by looks and I have probably been a chief offender, but in my case very attractive women now cause me immediately to be on guard. I guess some would see me as lucky as I have dated and married very attractive women, but they are unaware there can be downsides as well. I think Shelley was concise but there is also the situation where you love the person with the faults and the faults do matter and are important. This is self-destructive and I have been down this road so much I know every bump and curve. At this point, “love” is not only blind, but deaf, mute, stupid and catatonic.

    While I admire the Ferrari, I now choose just to look and not buy, given the hidden costs of upkeep, temperamental and loud engine, and disappointment in previously perceived value and expectations of performance. I know focus on quality, reliability and empirical evidence of performance, not marketing.

    It is sad there there is a preoccupation with looks to the point of a cultural flaw. Kenny Rogers and Joan Rivers should be warnings as to the excesses and dangers of plastic surgery. In my opinion Kenny Rogers doesn’t look human anymore. Also there is so much manipulating of images that even the beautiful people are not as beautiful as they are in the media (except Catherine Zeta Jones).

    Cuckoo Momma – sure the man is wearing rose coloured glasses, but how lucky are you to be loved that much? Are you sure he isn’t after your millions? Kidding.

  4. Bronte says

    To Shelley’s definitions, I can think of a third way in which love is blind … maybe coming from the possibility today of growing to love someone you’ve never met but come to know through an on-line means … that loving the person someone is inside, the outside becomes far less important. In a way The Enchanted Cottage reminds me of that … they so truly see the beautiful person inside that they don’t care that the outside doesn’t match the beauty within.

  5. says

    Two French song makers’ statements for a start:

    • Jacques Brel: “To be for one hour only, to be for one hour duration, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful and a moron in the same time!”
    • Serge Gainsbourg: “Ugliness has this big advantage on beauty that it lasts!”

    What is beauty and what its appeal is really worth, it’s another topic that I address in my book. Nobody denies the beauty’s asset although everything demonstrates that its link with love is kind of delusional. The enchanted cottage (I saw it) is an interesting case in hand emphasizing the “eyes of the beholder” thingy. In my book I quote another very interesting one, a French movie titled “Trop belle pour toi” (Too beautiful for you) by Bertrand Blier. It recounts the story of a well to do man, married with a splendid trophy wife and finally falling for Colette his plain temp secretary. The film cleverly shows that beauty, or should I say the lack of beauty is just a first barrier to be stepped over. But once you do, more important things will enter in the game, being someone true, sensual, giving, tender, generous, etc… and even finally beautiful in another way, because something of the love you are capable of giving is radiating from you.

    • BigLittleWolf says

      Je suis d’accord, François. “Someone true, sensual, giving, tender, generous… ” These qualities all come into focus as we allow ourselves to know another person. I’m not convinced it happens easily when we’re very young. I think it takes a few trips around the block before we come to appreciate these qualities, rather than be dazzled by artifice.

      I had a close friend when I was younger who was a gorgeous woman. She was also smart, funny, full of talent, educated. For years, men only saw the outside, and sought her out for that. She enjoyed the benefits to some extent, but her looks were a barrier for a long time. It was frustrating for her as her “substance” was easily dismissed. She married in her mid-thirties (still gorgeous), someone who saw her, the person.

  6. says

    The question of chasing beauty is quite interesting to me. I’ve always admired the people who didn’t need to do this, because I was very aware of my need to find a handsome partner in order to compensate for my low self esteem. A college friend once said to me, “The only reason I’m dating and you’re not is because you’re too picky. Why don’t you date an ugly man? I mean, seriously, have you ever dated anyone who wasn’t gorgeous?” I had a hate-hate relationship with my body, my face, my hair (etc.) growing up; I always used men as props to make myself appear more presentable to the world. So when my self-esteem was at stake, I was very vulnerable to overlooking and ignoring the many flaws that came with the pretty packages…

    I needed an attractive man to convince me of my attractiveness; I used to think, if this good looking guy deems me acceptable, then I can’t be that bad looking myself. Very bad phase in my life!

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