Something that REALLY ANNOYS ME in SF writing and TV.

I did a previous post on Machiavellianism in SF, and how frequently it appears in various character tropes. I also mentioned how infrequently romantic love appears in SF as a major trope as well. However, there is one recurring flaw in both tropes that I see come up over and over again, and that is, typically, romantic characters and Machiavellian characters do not mix, but I still see authors constantly trying to pair a handsome, young, Machiavellian genius with some pretty, dopey blonde or brunette that just doesn't get it. The statement that opposites do not always attract is usually evident when the two characters are having a sexual relationship or engaging in sexuality in some other way, if I had a dollar for every SF show that involved a serious relationship I saw that had the serious, stoic young man come home to find his annoying, dopey girlfriend in some state of undress, promptly jump on top of him and attempt to seduce him against his wishes...calculator overload. One, the relationship is usually not even real, the Machiavellian character is usually keeping the dope around only so that he/she can use said dope for his/her grand plan; it's a good technique that really exemplifies the Machiavellian character's cunning, but if you throw sex in the mix, let's just say the Machiavellian character isn't exactly jumping at the fact of being taken to Pound Town on the Fuck Truck by his overly-attached girlfriend. More often than not, it just serves to make the Machiavellian character look like an emotionless robot and, to the eyes of the idiotic 13-year olds on the Internet, flamingly gay. So, the solution? Make the woman smart and not dumb! Give her some more dimension than a simplistic dope. Also, have the Machiavellian character incorporate his Machiavellian ways into the sex scene. This is the most obvious way to avoid this gaping hole in character development, to not develop one character any more than the other if the characters are in any sort of relationship. So, there's my rant for the weekend. Now, I must get back to work. Carry on, Internet.