Where have I been?

Okay, the new Godzilla movie is out.  I've heard it is okay, but you don't really see the monster until the last 20 minutes.
That's taking things a bit too far, postponing the actual sight of the monster until so late, after it has done all this damage.
Sigh.
I watched eight old school Godzilla movies last weekend. They're pretty pathetic until about the mid-90s.  But they can still carry me away.  Kaiju...big monsters dreamed up by the Japanese...that only seem to want to destroy their homeland.
Maybe because WE tried to destroy their homeland to end WWII, they got the idea.

But, now here's where it gets sort of interesting.
I have come to the conclusion that the reason I like Godzilla so much is because it represents the ultimate BAD BOY.
Women are intrigued by bad boys.  We want to understand what makes them tick.  We want to love them.  We want to change them into good boys, the kind we can love and cherish for the rest of our lives. (Although the idea of a real old bad boy, all wrinkled and pruney, is disturbing.)
So, here we have the ultimate BAD BOY in the form of a radiated dinosaur/monster, whose only real fun is destroying skyscrapers and the people inside them stupid enough to remain there when most of the other citizens are running away?
Think about this.  Oh, yes, think about this.
See if I am not right.