Mindy Kaling wrote this hilarious piece for the New Yorker. She basically points out how ridiculous the world of romantic comedies is, and her equally ridiculous love for them given their often times flimsy premises.
In Mindy's own words:
I regard romantic comedies as a subgenre of sci-fi, in which the world operates according to different rules than my regular human world. For me, there is no difference between Ripley from “Alien” and any Katherine Heigl character. They are equally implausible. They’re all participating in a similar level of fakey razzle-dazzle, and I enjoy every second of it.
In the rest of the article, she enumerates the archetypes and patterns found in rom-coms (such as The Klutz and the Ethereal Weirdo), and goes about nitpicking them with great wit and humor. I am (even more) excited for her new book if this is a sign of what's coming!
To read the whole article from The New Yorker, read here.
