Mindy Kaling ( "The Office") wrote this witty article for The New Yorker on archetypal female characters in romantic comedies and she nailed it. But unlike Mindy, this genre of film is not my guilty pleasure. I know that women (and who are we kidding, most men) watch these movies to feel "better," to "take their mind off things." And I admit to having tried this remedy to a bad day as well. But it doesn't always work. It leaves me (and I imagine many other women) feeling like I should fit into one of these ridiculous categories. I grew up aspiring to be what Mindy refers to as, The Ethereal Weirdo, but, no, it turns out that I don't actually want to make out with you in the rain - it's freezing out here. And unfortunately, you won't wander into a cafe in Paris and find me serving cafe au lait, because honestly, what twenty-something has the money to live that way? I want my "meet cute" as much as the next girl, but I'm gonna get it as a flawed, intelligent, and hardworking young woman who looks and acts (most of the time) my age.
Read The New Yorker article here
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