Do you live in New York or LA… and just before you meet someone new and significant in your life you are treated to a aerial panorama of the skyscrapers of your city? Do you have familiar, slightly goofy music that accompanies you and highlights your misadventures?
If you are a woman, do you work at a magazine/publishing house/newspaper? Are you just that much better looking than all of your much wittier friends, yet only the frumpy one among you is married? Although physically perfect, can you not find a decent man in your home of umpteen million people? Are you a beer-drinking, sports-watching, tomboy who keeps one very close gay man as someone to run your outfits past?
If you are a man, are you a slightly misogynistic beefcake who has hundreds of short-term sexual romps with beautiful yet intellectually unfulfilling partners? Are you completely happy in your shallow existence, unknowingly waiting for that perfect person to come along and show you how miserable you’ve actually always been without them? Do you have an improbably large New York apartment for someone in your salary range?
Is the city just as important a character in your life as any of the actual players?
If these things are true about you, I’m afraid I may have some bad news. You life is a RomCom. The dreaded Romantic Comedy. Full of tired tropes and worn clichés, the RomCom teaches us that happiness comes not from within, but from that guy you can’t stand who sleeps with all the models he photographs. Still, hopefully you will be one of the main characters instead of the supporting cast. That way you can at least be relatively assured of at least one session of mind-blowing sex before you break up with, and then marry, the person you’ve hated all that time.
The Monday Question:
Maybe you’re not living a RomCom. Perhaps a musical? Dark Comedy? See any zombies?
What kind of movie is <i>your</i> life?