I just read this article on Time Magazine and I think they're forgetting the main point about romance novels: They're fiction. They help countless of women (and men) forget their sorrows and loneliness.
What would be the point of reading a romance novel that depicted the reality of a real relationship? To know pain, frustration, doubts, fear... we can look at the world around us.
Romantic fiction, just like any other fiction, is just that: Fiction. Imaginative magic.
