For some reason, because a Hollywood writer wrote it, the New Yorker labels Mindy Kaling's humor piece in the current magazine an "L.A. Postcard." It's really just the veteran writer for "The Office" skewering the types of female characters that Hollywood allows in romantic comedies. It's pretty funny. Excerpt:
This is my favorite kind of movie. I feel almost embarrassed revealing this, because the genre has been so degraded in the past twenty years that saying you like romantic comedies is essentially an admission of mild stupidity. But that has not stopped me from enjoying them....I actually feel robbed when the female lead’s dress doesn’t get torn open at a baseball game while the JumboTron camera is on her. 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.
Mildly related from the past: Where in the Valley "The Office" exteriors are filmed