Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Why "Sex and the City" Will Ultimately Disappoint Me


We don't have HBO at mi casa. Parents will only shell out enough dough for Showtime, which has only recently gotten to a level of "okay" in the past couple of years. Due to their everlasting frugality, I managed to make it through high school without ever watching an episode of Sex and the City. In fact, the show celebrated its series finale a mere 4 months before I graduated from high school. I knew it existed, but it wasn't really talked about at school in the various cliques, so I didn't really care that I couldn't access it.

And then I got accepted into college. Not just any college, but NYU. New York University. My dream school. SHIT, I was going to New York City! Oh man, I was going to live a life of utter fabulousity, and I knew just where to get my guide. I went to Target and got the Sex and The City series DVD set for a little less than $185, and I consumed it at full force. I tore through season after season, devotedly aligning myself with Carrie and everything she stood for.

Needless to say, the next 4 years were nothing like Sex and the City. College life in New York was quite different from Felicity, and I never quite got around to dancing in a fountain with my closest friends ala Friends. Over time, I came to face the hard truth:

The truth is, most people living in New York aren't in fabulous rent-controlled apartments in the village, and they aren't living lavish lifestyles on a meager publicist's salary. Many people can only make it out to the Hamptons if it's for a babysitting job, and really - honestly - if you're a 35+, hell even a 25+ single woman in New York, you are looking for at least a longterm relationship if not a husband.

In real life, Carrie can never afford those clothes with that apartment, Samantha has AIDS(too soon?), all the male characters on Felicity are gay, and the characters on Friends are all ibankers who look and think alike.

So here we are, 4 years later after another graduation that is timed perfectly with yet another SATC milestone. Will I see this movie? Probably. Will I like it? Probably not. It's just not the same anymore, at least not for me. I'll laugh at the corny jokes, but I won't have that same kind of personal investment that I used to have. I guess that remains in middle aged women in Ohio who pregame before the movie over cosmo's with their girlfriends, as well as for teenagers who have recently devoured the series on DVD (which, incidentally, is being advertised for at least $10 more than what I paid for it years ago). As for me, I'm kind of over it.

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