I have seen a few snippets of Sex and The City; enough to conclude that it was rather creepy drivel. I’m not a social conservative: I can differentiate between evil and sauce-for-the-goose entertainment.
Still, I think I know only one woman who got a genuinely amusing twinkle in her eye when she confessed, much to my dismay, that she never missed an episode.
Later, she told me with shudders of distaste and genuine horror how a female friend who owed her money had, as some kind of gesture, send around a toyboy with a condom to amuse her one evening, with a message to the effect that
You only live once!
The very idea that she might have said yes was a shock that made her blue eyes blaze all the brighter. (She declined the offer very graciously nevertheless.)
I can’t say I find women misbehaving like men any more reprehensible, partly because the world would be insufferable if the rules were always adhered to by either gender, and because women have unquestionably borne the greater burden in the double-standards stakes.
Male neurosis and paranoia about paternity really is too much of a cliché, whatever the evolutionary merits.
What bothered me was the aesthetics. The banality, the sheer banality!
And the star of the show didn’t even have the redeeming feature of being attractive. Indeed, she resembles a horse (neigh sayers note: I’m not the only one who thinks so; Google will even suggest as much).
This review of Sex and The City 2 is comedic gold, and is somehow given an added piquance for having being written by a woman.
Give me a girl who can make laugh, any day.
Some more amusing bad reviews here.
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