Remember newspapers? We don’t. But with just over 50,000 remaining “correspondent” positions left in America—a number that is expected to decline by —in a field whose median income is a dismal $37,090 per year, journalism is the romantic comedy’s most egregious pipe dream. Even when the numbers are jiggered to include decrepit operations like The A.V. Club, the number of and in America amounts to less than 200,000 employed. That may amount to 0.067 percent of the population, but it comes out to about 100 percent of Nora Ephron films. Professional writers star as the neurotic female leads in almost all of her films—Meg Ryan in Sleepless In Seattle, Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally, Meg Ryan in You’ve Got Mail (at the end, anyway). Female writers and critics of a thousand stripes show up in My Best Friend’s Wedding (Julia Roberts; food critic), Never Been Kissed (Drew Barrymore; columnist), Going The Distance (Barrymore again; editorial intern), Confessions Of A Shopaholic (Isla Fisher; personal finance writer), Sex And The City (Sarah Jessica Parker; sex columnist), and Someone Like You (Ashley Judd; pseudonymous romance columnist). There are a few male journalists, too: In Bride Wars, Bryan Greenberg is a “magazine journalist”; in Valentine’s Day, Jamie Foxx is a sports reporter; and in One Fine Day, which seems to have made it a point to gender-swap roles, George Clooney plays a political columnist. Writers everywhere! It’s almost as if writers like to write about themselves in idealistic romantic pairings with handsome men or women.