i absofugginlutely love the show sex and the city.
i'm sorry, i dont care what people (read: men) think, but that show captures my outlook.
i rented the final season of satc last week and cried again. (i actually just start crying when Big runs into the hotel in Paris and sees her on the floor trying to pick up her diamonds that Aleksandr gave her.) It's cause she's pretty much devastated (though we know its mostly her undoing...) i am NOT a crier, but the thought of her not getting into it with Big again, not having Samantha make some snarky comment about her cooter, Charlotte turning her nose up at said comment or Miranda waxing pessimistic about the entire situation ever again broke my heart.
this show still entertains even though i've seen every single episode more than 10 times a piece, and its as soothing as a lozenge of the first day of strep, i will never, ever understand the approach, candor and tactics of the male species. they absolutely make no sense to me.
satc has pretty much given me somewhat of a homefield advantage on the subject. that subject being sex. my mom (bless her sweet heart) tried and failed miserably on the topic - and it took my dad until about eight months ago to realize I was a woman.
i know the show has been off the air for over a year now, but this is my version of cinematherapy: confused because a boy invites you to a party where his new girlfriend will be, and wants you to talk to her cause he thinks you'll really like her? mad cause some boy just won't get the hint that you are so not interested, feeling confident cause you are finally over him and are ready for the next? i can tell you which episode to watch to soothe what ails you.
say you like a boy who only likes to go downtown, and i'm not talking about the standard hotel. ok, i'd suggest you watch season 2, episode 3, the freak show. in it, charlotte somehow ends up dating a guy known throughout Gotham as "Mr. Pussy." where do they come up with it!
dealing with relationship issues and suddenly decide to make your fuck buddy, the "real thing", (and the one girl you know who was able to do it? is simply a mythical figure) its all about season 2, episode 26, entitled, "the fuck buddy".
attempting to have a friendship with someone you used to have a relationship with? try a dose of season 3, episode 46 "frenemies". watch the way it ends, doesn't this always happen? ugh.
and what about just trying to be yourself! without the razzle-dazzle of having a man by your side, what if you just want acceptance for being you, fun, free and fabulous, please watch my very, very favorite episide "the real me", season 4, episode 50.
i can do this all day, i feel like a sex and the city-ologist. this show filled a need that my parents, aunts and friends can't provide, (but they try) it speaks a language i understand and that is that being single, having freedom to explore, being fabulous and knowing how to break the mold and go out of bounds only to return to the safe confines of you, you can always strive to be a "carrie", but its good to just be (and fall in love with....) yourself. love follows.
