I’m slightly elaborating a paragraph from Belinda Luscombe’s article in this week’s Time magazine, Who Killed the Love Story?

What are the differences a man and a woman have to overcome to get together? Both worry about what they do. Both worry about whether they’re maximizing their talents. Both worry about what others think about them. Both worry about the way they look. And ultimately, both worry about if they will be able to make the money they need. It is all individualism at its best. Love interest is not in the list. It’s no longer an alternative to or solace from the rat race. Yes, the rat race. He’s a rat. She’s a rat. The kind of rats that pulls over for a quick mating session and then get back on track.

Where’s romance in all that?