Ho Hum, Yet Another NYC-Gal-Seeks-Romance-of-a-Lifetime Movie Announced by New Line

As for the other New Line movie announced this week based on best-selling chick-lit novel How to Be Single by Liz Tuccillo (a co-writer of He’s Just Not That Into You), I can probably only think of one reason to think that it would be better or more different than any of the other movies about single women who are trying to find romance in New York City, and that’s if it honestly addresses the real problems that are facing many of the single women here. (Source: Hollywood Reporter)

If you’re under 25, female, and single, the world is your burrito — or fish taco if you’re a lesbian — because every year, there is an influx of cute college freshmen who aren’t smart enough or connected enough to get into an Ivy League school but whose parents make enough money to get them into a private school whose annual tuition is the equivalent of someone else’s yearly salary. You’ll get drunk at clubs where they don’t necessarily check your I.D., know the doormen at all the surrounding dorms by face when you leave them at 6 am during your Walk of Shame, it’ll be a blast.

Then, once you leave college and are lucky enough to nab an entry-level job in your field and make something of yourself by the time you’re 30, something strange happens. All that free time you had to go clubbing? Gone, because you’re either busting your ass to keep paying for a small, cramped apartment in Manhattan or busting your ass to keep paying for a slightly more roomy apartment in one of the other boroughs that you share with some stranger who you may or may not have met off of Craigslist in a desperate attempt to get some housing before you’re forced to move back to your home state or if you’re a native New Yorker, move back in with your parents.

And after you hit 30, it gets worse.

By that time, you’re somewhat expected to either start thinking of having kids or have one already, and if you’re not in a somewhat stable relationship with another busy Manhattanite you haven’t married yet because you’re both working on your careers, you’re spending so much time on the subway commuting to and from your outer borough apartment to your friends’ favorite Manhattan night spots that you don’t have time to eat healthily or exercise. You’re also likely to have a second job, which you take just to be able to afford your very first therapist. As for finding romance at the office, fuggedaboutit, because you’re old enough to know better than to make out with the mailroom staff or the receptionist, but you can’t help but flirt with them anyway since everyone else who is at the same responsibility-level as you are is also your competition for a decreasing amount of raises and bonuses thanks to the recession.

Now that I think about it, maybe a movie about the reality of being a single woman in New York City is just too depressing to be made.