I made it through Sex and the City about four times. But I only reached that milestone by watching a couple of episode and then stitching together clips. No, it taught me nothing except that young, rich, attractive, well-dressed women in New York have sex. At a time that younger, poor, less attractive, far less well-dressed women in London only occasionally got it. For us it was the eternal tightrope of one night stand/ clinging man. Will he phone/ won't he. Do I want him to/ don't I? Should I/ shouldn't I? Men do/ can I?
None of us were size zero, able to afford to live on our own, able to afford the clothes we wanted (if we wanted - I would have preferred a car) or to go out more than twice a month - except to the pub. We didn't lunch, meet "eligible" males or complain about lack of commitment.
I hate Sex and the City. All it did was put the female ideal further out of a normal woman's reach. Any woman can keep her legs shut ('50s ideal), any woman can laugh and spread then ('60s ideal) and any woman can pogo '70s). Everything since then I'm baffled by.
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