To whom it concerns,
Following the avid response to my scathing critique of female targeted television transmission ‘Grey’s Anatomy’, I thought I would further the awareness of the show’s dirty first cousin, and predecessor: “Sex and the city”.
When Sex and the City first hit our TV screens almost ten years ago, it was a revelation. Here was a group of women whose relationships with each other meant more to them than their careers, their men or their families. The four main characters were funny, smart and independent. And, my goodness, they knew how to dress, and indeed undress. Some critics have numbered the partnerships of these 4 women alone to amount to over 78. What a fantastic standard to set our N-Genners and teenie boppers. I look forward to seeing how the 12 and 13 year olds position themselves in civil society in a decade.
The show of course features a ‘Carrie Bradshaw’, ironically, a writer of a morality column about sex and relationships in New York City. As an independent feminist, traditional and, with even pseudo romantic views of love; Carrie still manages to share herself with no less than 17 male partners in the course of 3 series. Let me start by quoting the average wage for a New York City columnist: $22,750 per annum. Lower than the average wage of that girl who makes my wedges go “beep” at Statoil- and yet these ladies peruse the 5th and 7th avenues of a major metropolitan city in Dolce. I wonder. Three of her closets friends Samantha Jones, a big time publicist who is more interested on being "on the spot" than in a long term relationship; Miranda Hobbs, a cynic lawyer, who refuses to accept the possibility of being single and fights society against the social pre-concepts to keep a relationship alive and Charlotte McDougal, an art gallery curator who is a bit prudish when it comes to sex, but hasn't yet lost her faith in finding true love. What a fantastic recipe. Riveting stuff. I wondered if she had achieved her goals by her ‘on my back, nice view of the ceiling approach’ to romance.
Answers on a post card.
This show however, seems to attract an even higher salience and response from the ‘would-be socio aware feminists’. One of whom profanes:
"Sex in the City captures TWO very important emotion/cognition battles. 1) What it really is like when former lover you were interested in comes around when you have a new excitement and world view with someone else 2) the battle between examining and doing."
Great. Ok. So that is a conduit to another pivotal question: who on the face of the planet, with a rational mind actually cares. Hoards of 20-30 something’s sitting around in pajamas, slippers and tracksuit bottoms on couches all over the world consuming this half-baked, moral adverse manure, and wondering dreamily eyed… “when will a Mr. Big will waltz into MY life .. and sweep me off MY feet”. Hmmm. Considering your feet are in white sports socks or animal slippers and not in NINE WESTs or Gucci’s… I think Mr. Big might pass.
Carrie was the false embodiment of a generation of women who earned their own money, hadn't managed to meet the right man and start a family, and were thinking to themselves: what next? The facts are that SATC is brilliant lie. Encapsulating that impossible period in a woman's life when she is rich enough to buy Dior without factoring in car loans and mortgages, and comfortable enough in her own skin not to want to wear something that shows off her cleavage. I have read that line a few times now, and it just keeps getting truer. When is that time? That climactorate? Of course, even in a self professed dynamic economy- such as is Modern Day Ireland- this time is a fairy tale. The realities can be found in the mounds of make-up piled high in Brown Thomas; and the embarrassing fake tans. Honestly, how hard is it to match the color of your neck to the color of your face dear?
Fantastically, the film version of SATC is currently being made, and while I personally just can't wait to see it, I'm feeling a little embarrassed by the fact that Carrie has failed to recognize the fact that she has hit 40. She has been pictured on set, in those £500 platform Fendi bondage shoes. She is quoted to appear in a £7,000 puffball mini-dress by Dolce & Gabbana, shoe-boots and a mini smock that would make her look pregnant were she not so damned old. You see Carrie, nothing betrays how your life choices have panned out more starkly than your wardrobe and yours speaks volumes. Put away the notepad girls, your heroine of fashion Carrie has fallen. You will have to resort to the magazines again. See you in Statoil.
Again I will leave with the quote of a fan: have a think about it. These people are allowed the freedom to reproduce. And, ironically, are ENCOURAGED to do so by this show. What an oxymoron.
Hey GUYS! Here are my Life Lessons from the last series of SATC:
1. It is perfectly acceptable to buy $400...$500...$600 shoes.
2. Being single at 30 just means you're picky.
3. 1 o'clock in the afternoon is the best time to grab a drink with your friends.
4. Nobody marries the "up the butt" girl.
5. That man who's sexuality you're questioning may be a gay-straight man or a straight-gay man. Either way, you're going to have to have a masculine side.
6. It's ok to hate going to weddings, baby showers, etc... but really they are fun.
7. There are 2 types of girls in this world, simple girls and Katy girls.
8. Lightning can strike the same crotch twice.
Sincerely Yours,
Neil Sands.
Following the avid response to my scathing critique of female targeted television transmission ‘Grey’s Anatomy’, I thought I would further the awareness of the show’s dirty first cousin, and predecessor: “Sex and the city”.
When Sex and the City first hit our TV screens almost ten years ago, it was a revelation. Here was a group of women whose relationships with each other meant more to them than their careers, their men or their families. The four main characters were funny, smart and independent. And, my goodness, they knew how to dress, and indeed undress. Some critics have numbered the partnerships of these 4 women alone to amount to over 78. What a fantastic standard to set our N-Genners and teenie boppers. I look forward to seeing how the 12 and 13 year olds position themselves in civil society in a decade.
The show of course features a ‘Carrie Bradshaw’, ironically, a writer of a morality column about sex and relationships in New York City. As an independent feminist, traditional and, with even pseudo romantic views of love; Carrie still manages to share herself with no less than 17 male partners in the course of 3 series. Let me start by quoting the average wage for a New York City columnist: $22,750 per annum. Lower than the average wage of that girl who makes my wedges go “beep” at Statoil- and yet these ladies peruse the 5th and 7th avenues of a major metropolitan city in Dolce. I wonder. Three of her closets friends Samantha Jones, a big time publicist who is more interested on being "on the spot" than in a long term relationship; Miranda Hobbs, a cynic lawyer, who refuses to accept the possibility of being single and fights society against the social pre-concepts to keep a relationship alive and Charlotte McDougal, an art gallery curator who is a bit prudish when it comes to sex, but hasn't yet lost her faith in finding true love. What a fantastic recipe. Riveting stuff. I wondered if she had achieved her goals by her ‘on my back, nice view of the ceiling approach’ to romance.
Answers on a post card.
This show however, seems to attract an even higher salience and response from the ‘would-be socio aware feminists’. One of whom profanes:
"Sex in the City captures TWO very important emotion/cognition battles. 1) What it really is like when former lover you were interested in comes around when you have a new excitement and world view with someone else 2) the battle between examining and doing."
Great. Ok. So that is a conduit to another pivotal question: who on the face of the planet, with a rational mind actually cares. Hoards of 20-30 something’s sitting around in pajamas, slippers and tracksuit bottoms on couches all over the world consuming this half-baked, moral adverse manure, and wondering dreamily eyed… “when will a Mr. Big will waltz into MY life .. and sweep me off MY feet”. Hmmm. Considering your feet are in white sports socks or animal slippers and not in NINE WESTs or Gucci’s… I think Mr. Big might pass.
Carrie was the false embodiment of a generation of women who earned their own money, hadn't managed to meet the right man and start a family, and were thinking to themselves: what next? The facts are that SATC is brilliant lie. Encapsulating that impossible period in a woman's life when she is rich enough to buy Dior without factoring in car loans and mortgages, and comfortable enough in her own skin not to want to wear something that shows off her cleavage. I have read that line a few times now, and it just keeps getting truer. When is that time? That climactorate? Of course, even in a self professed dynamic economy- such as is Modern Day Ireland- this time is a fairy tale. The realities can be found in the mounds of make-up piled high in Brown Thomas; and the embarrassing fake tans. Honestly, how hard is it to match the color of your neck to the color of your face dear?
Fantastically, the film version of SATC is currently being made, and while I personally just can't wait to see it, I'm feeling a little embarrassed by the fact that Carrie has failed to recognize the fact that she has hit 40. She has been pictured on set, in those £500 platform Fendi bondage shoes. She is quoted to appear in a £7,000 puffball mini-dress by Dolce & Gabbana, shoe-boots and a mini smock that would make her look pregnant were she not so damned old. You see Carrie, nothing betrays how your life choices have panned out more starkly than your wardrobe and yours speaks volumes. Put away the notepad girls, your heroine of fashion Carrie has fallen. You will have to resort to the magazines again. See you in Statoil.
Again I will leave with the quote of a fan: have a think about it. These people are allowed the freedom to reproduce. And, ironically, are ENCOURAGED to do so by this show. What an oxymoron.
Hey GUYS! Here are my Life Lessons from the last series of SATC:
1. It is perfectly acceptable to buy $400...$500...$600 shoes.
2. Being single at 30 just means you're picky.
3. 1 o'clock in the afternoon is the best time to grab a drink with your friends.
4. Nobody marries the "up the butt" girl.
5. That man who's sexuality you're questioning may be a gay-straight man or a straight-gay man. Either way, you're going to have to have a masculine side.
6. It's ok to hate going to weddings, baby showers, etc... but really they are fun.
7. There are 2 types of girls in this world, simple girls and Katy girls.
8. Lightning can strike the same crotch twice.
Sincerely Yours,
Neil Sands.
What happens when 4 prostitutes get their own show.
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