The Office actress-writer Mindy Kaling’s “Flick Chicks: A guide to women in the movies” in the The New Yorker takes a humorous look at a depressing subject.
Based on what she’s learned in the industry, the actress foresees movies such as Crest Whitestrips, Streptococcus vs. Candidiasis, Human Quilt and Bananagrams 3D (oh, goody: call this series Movies That Make Me Want to Live Under A Rock). Kaling also professes her love for romantic comedies, which–while “essentially an admission of mild stupidity”–is not exactly the confession you’d expect:
“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.”
As with sci-fi, there are also female prototypes in the romantic comedy genre that don’t actually exist in reality: The Klutz, The Ethereal Weirdo, The Woman Who Is Obsessed with Her Career and Is No Fun at All, The Forty-two-Year-Old Mother of the Thirty-Year-Old Male Lead, The Sassy Best Friend, The Skinny Woman Who Is Beautiful and Toned but Also Gluttonous and Disgusting, The Woman Who Works in an Art Gallery.
This article, among the many we’ve posted on women in the media (see below), makes us laugh– instead of crying.