"He's totally a Season One Big," my girl says to me during one of our crossfire girl-talk sessions. How many of you out there can reference your relationship situation by naming one character after it? Have you ever had someone bust a 'Trey McDougal" on you? And how a man feels about Charlotte's character speaks volumes about his view on commitment. Love her = cupcaker! Hate her = fear of commitment.
I remember watching the VHS Tapes at my girl Jenn's house and having SATC parties every Sunday while the homeboys sulked around. "Shhh! Shut the fuck up!" we'd tell them if they asked us a random question during the dialogue. I remember one of the homies rang the doorbell during an episode and all four of us on the couch didn't even look up. "Come back later! Sex And The City is on!" we shouted through the door.
I grew out of that time in my life - as we all should - looking for answers in whatever sitcom, horoscope, book, or movie that even resembles our infinite ways of finding and forgetting love. I've memorized each season, played the Facebook trivia game until I could type no more, and drooled over the designer labels I could never afford. Now I'm over it, and many people, it seems, are too.
There is tons of Carrie-hating to go around. I mean, jeezus, this woman is purely fictional and people still want to tear her to shreds. Not to mention Candace Bushnell, Maureen Dowd, ex-Gawker editor Emily Gould and any other women who wants to share the ups and downs of their dating life with a curious audience.
To the most vulgar, the characters are rapidly-aging, privileged slutbags who's life couldn't be more different than my (or your) own. It's a world where the only thing we have to worry about is what shoes to wear to what event and whether or not we should get back with Big. I know the difference between "real" and "make-believe" but it's easy to oversimplify in retrospect. Could it be because they're women? For the record, I don't think Carrie Bradshaw is a narcissistic, dude-obsessed, fairy tale character. Fairy tales don't have impotence issues and STDs. I'm happy that someone talked about women having sex and did it with humor and humility. Maybe it really is how women think when men aren't around, and isn't that a story that hasn't been documented enough?
In the meanwhile, I'll be at the theater, pouring out some Cherry Icee for all the homegirls that couldn't be here, and happy to see that chapter close when it should.