HE IS GODFATHER TO HER KID. People are obsessed with their relationship status. There was a Tumblr blog dedicated to it; Vulture seemed to have a beat reporter assigned to them. Mindy and B.J. alternately have said they are besties, they aren’t besties, they are family. HUH??? One writer dubbed it a “fromance” after they were paid $7.5 million to write a book about their relationship.
So why can’t these two just be friends? They met post–Ivy League in 2004 because they are both really, really smart, excellent writing partners, acting colleagues, and onscreen/offscreen long-ago boyfriend/girlfriend for realz. He’s from Newton, Massachusetts. She’s from Cambridge, Massachusetts. They were kid geniuses and always adorable. Just when the noise dies down, they show up arm in arm at the exclusive post-Oscars Vanity Fair party, dressed to the nines, so beautifully platonic. Masters of Instagram posts, innocent Twitter teases, a casual cup of coffee captured by roving citizen paparazzi and BOOM!!! Are they, aren’t they? Even Mindy and B.J. spar constantly about their relationship status. But they agree on two things: IT IS COMPLICATED and they are soup snakes.