As Sex and the City 2 is set to be released next month, a long overdue blog post is finally being written. You will call me a hypocrite after this post. And, well, I am perfectly OK with that. Because, although I have spent many late nights watching syndicated episodes on TNT and although I will buy advanced tickets for the sequel, I think Sex and the City gives a painfully twisted perception of relationships, men, and dating.
Perhaps I should merely list the reasons for this particular thesis. (Yes. I said thesis. Take it.)
- Samantha Jones is a fictional character. If she sleeps with 20+ men, it is fiction. If you sleep with 20+ men, you are a harlot. No, no. Don't give me the female liberation "women are equal to men, sex is liberating" card. Men who sleep with 20+ people are also whores.
- You can't be a NYC lawyer and have that much time for sex and dating. Sorry, Miranda.
- If you return to the man who played you several times, you aren't finding that "big" love. You're a bit stupid, no?
- Maybe Charlotte is the most realistic character on the show with her idealistic expectations.
I think Sex and the City is great in theory, not in practice. I do believe more women should forego the idea that men can have a lot of sex and women can't. However, I'm not sure this means drop your skivvies on every date and miraculously, he'll still call back and maybe even fall in love with you.
So, my advice is to go get those tickets for May 28. And, enjoy SATC for exactly what it is--fiction. It's just like when you saw the Lion King when you were a kid and shrieked when Mufasa died. It's not real life. Sorry, kid.
Love freely,
tY
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