I once had a first date at a mansion on a beach, in a small town with an arcade. I played ski-ball, went skinny-dipping, jumped off a small bridge into the ocean, and sat on a porch swing. Straddled on the back of their sun-bleached moped, riding to the used bookstore, they asked me, "do you feel like you're in the 'Lizzie McGuire Movie'?" and suddenly, it hit me. I was living in a rom-com romance.
Romantic comedies have not historically been the most representative or accurate genre of film (how does everyone have access to some sort of beach house?). But as the storyline goes: people meet in some cute way, they have some sort of falling out, there's a large romantic gesture, and they live happily ever after. There's a best friend character who doesn't get enough credit for the emotional labor they do, traditional gender roles, and some sort of village gathering or block party with twinkle lights and paper lanterns. Did I get it right?
Don't get it twisted, I'm not hating on rom-coms. I've seen them all, fingers deep in a bag of chocolate pretzels, and cozy jammies on. Despite their lack of inclusivity, I love them for what they are. Here are four signs your budding love is a total Kate Hudson movie, but with a little more social progress.