Jennifer Swann The Washington Post

In a pastel-colored French patisserie in Beverly Hills, Mistress Harley sips on a Bellini topped with raspberries and scrolls through surveillance monitors on her Android.

Many of them seemed to suggest that all the great love songs, the classic rom-coms, the sitcoms about singles in the city, were feeding us unhealthy, obsessive behaviors in disguise as love stories, undoubtedly written by sex and love addicts themselves.

In a pastel-colored French patisserie in Beverly Hills, Mistress Harley sips on a Bellini topped with raspberries and scrolls through surveillance monitors on her Android.

Many of them seemed to suggest that all the great love songs, the classic rom-coms, the sitcoms about singles in the city, were feeding us unhealthy, obsessive behaviors in disguise as love stories, undoubtedly written by sex and love addicts themselves.