Recently, I’ve found myself in possession of a bit of free time (a rarity in itself), allowing me to consume some new comics, catch up on some television, and, thanks to the power of storyline synchronicity, ruminate on the pitfalls of fictional romance. It seems that many of the couples that I end up rooting for always end up utterly doomed, usually because one or both of the characters are just plain nuts. Even the beloved pairings of my youth aren’t immune to this feeling, as recent ‘Zach On Film’ research reminded me that Claire and Bender’s iconic romance probably wouldn’t make it through the entirely of his extra detention sessions. Buffy’s interactions with Spike were doomed on BOTH sides of the equation, and even my beloved Victoria couldn’t make it work with the giant pretentious turbo-douche that is Ted Moseby (although he does get a little credit for growing up to be Bob Saget.)
The MS-QOTD (pronounced, as always, “misquoted”) remembers the time that Tony Stark’s armor flipped out and turned into basically an abusive boyfriend, asking: What otherwise attractive pop-culture character would make the worst romantic partner?