Maybe pop culture will stop seeing us as so pathetic one day, but until then, I’ve had to overlook the “save me from dying alone” trope in many of my favourite shows and movies in order to enjoy them. And yep, it turns up in The Mindy Project too, where our heroine says:
“Maybe I won’t get married, you know. Maybe I’ll do one of those Eat, Pray, Love things. Ugh, no. I don’t want to pray. Forget it. I’ll just die alone.”
Kaling’s delivery made me laugh, but the sentiment made me roll my eyes. As did the news that Ellen Degeneres’ production company just sold a sitcom about a 32-year old woman who notices she’s listed as “single” on some paperwork and thus starts to panic that she’ll… you know.
Newsflash! We all die alone. It’s a solo trip with no return journey. (On the plus side, there’s no need to pack.)
My latest column for Bea, and proof that my titles are getting out of control.