Am I the only one who looks at a good deal of my life through a Sex and the City lens? I think if you fall in a certain age range (pretty much anyone born between 1970-2000), there’s a good chance this show occupies a corner of your life. Maybe you were an adult when it came out and watched it as it mirrored your life. Maybe you discovered it because your mother/sister/college roommate was obsessed and insisted you’d love it too. Maybe you stumbled across it like I did, back when Netflix DVDs were still a new and amazing facet of life.
In case you hadn’t heard, last week was the 20th anniversary of the premier of the show. Since I loved it so much in college, I’ve been doing a deep dive. I read old Sex & the City columns for the first time. I read a young Cosmo’s writer take on “living like Carrie.” And I read think pieces arguing about how groundbreaking it was, how it lacked diversity, etc., etc..
I think time has done Samantha well. People appreciate her sex positivity. They love that she didn’t give a damn what anyone thought of her. I think time has been less friendly to Carrie. Look at what came up when I googled “Carrie Bradshaw was trash.”
I didn’t come up with this idea on my own. An article all about it popped up on my google feed not too long ago. You can read it for yourself here.
As much as I wanted to binge-watch the entire series over in celebration of the 20th anniversary, it ain’t gonna happen. I’m not putting myself back in the frame of mind that made me grateful for the diversity crumb that saw Jennifer Hudson cast in the SATC movie. No thank you. I’d rather wait for the next season of Insecure to premier (August 12th!!).
But still there’s this:
It’s a piece of “art” I bought on “the street” years ago. I think it was back during one of my first trips to NYC. I drove here, on a rather impromptu road trip with my girls, for an in-person job interview. My husband wanted to move to NYC, and so I wanted to make his dream a reality. I even have a picture of that evening in Times Square when I bought the picture that still hangs on the wall in my bedroom. Want to see it? Of course you do. I looked like I fell out off of a Forever 21 mannequin display and was proud of it. Perhaps the shades of lipstick I used to choose are the reason I was less confident in a bright red lip back then…
Well, the internet has me convinced I do NOT want to be a Carrie, haha. She was far too vanilla for me anyway. The heteronormativity and the barely hidden homo- and biphobia irritate me to no end. And the way she would have these moments of silence (read: silent judgement) whenever one of her friends’ stories got too extra was the worst. Besides, these four white women aren’t the only friendships shown on TV. There are plenty of others for me to figure out which archetype I am.
There’s Living Single:
I’m gonna figure out which one of those I am instead on continuing to fuss over SATC. Too bad there aren’t any handy quizzes out there to help me learn if I’m a Joan or a Maxine or an Issa. But wait! There is! Sort Of! Not for Living Single (does the show pre-date Buzzfeed? That’s prolly why), but there are quizzes for the other two.
This 8-Question Quiz Will Tell You Which “Insecure” Character You Are. This quiz covers all the characters, not just the women, but I’ll take what I can get.
Which “Living Single” Character Are You?. Same. All the characters.
Okay, I’mma go off for one quick second. See this is what the fuck I mean about intersectionality! Y’all so busy lumping us into the women category or the black category, there’s no space for black women. I’m looking for the space for just us, but nope, we gotta get in where we fit in. And Buzzfeed tells me that separating me from my brothers isn’t an option. Surprise, sur-fucking-prise. Whatever. Here’s my quiz results.
Nope, not giving you my quiz results yet. What the fuck is this question?!?!?!?!?!?!
Do I need to talk about how the only two options with white folks are “chic and sophisticated” and “preppy and minimalist”???? Really buzzfeed, y’all couldn’t find no black people on Getty Images to represent those styles?? This, ladies and gentleman, is what is referred to as a microaggression. Ugh, okay, back to my quiz results.
Trying not to be irritated by this intergender quiz because my results are actually quite spot on, lol. Whatever.
I’ve decided Tracy Anderson is a robot. But not a terrible one who will take over Earth and enslave us all. More like a cross between Rosie and the fembots.
The fact that she’s a robot is the only thing that can explain how she does those workouts so mechanically.
I’m feeling up to the challenge of getting through an entire routine, but I have my doubts that I’ll be able to get it by the time I’ve finished my tenth day. We shall see.
On another note, I’m so glad to have this weekend off. It’s been unexpectedly busy at work. They’ve called in people who were off and even on vacation to help with the extra load.
I love my job, but I’ve been so drained. I’m emotionally, mentally, and physically drained. I just want to be given space to recuperate. But that’s not going to happen.
With two weddings to attend this weekend, in addition to two shows for the husband, there’s no rest for the weary. My only hope is good sleep. I’ll certainly be tired after doing these workouts I’ve been doing.
I’m still positive about work, this workout plan, and getting to hang with my friends this weekend. That positive feeling I just buried under weariness. I don’t even know if this post makes sense.
If it doesn’t, thanks for staying until the end with me. How’s your weekend looking?
I was so excited the other day. I was perusing the Kindle Store on my Kindle. I notice they finally put Sex and the City out for Kindle. I love the show and the movies and The Carrie Diaries. I also enjoyed other books written by Candace Bushnell.
For whatever reason, I decided to hold off on reading Sex and the City until it became available on the Kindle. So I bought it, downloaded it, and read it.
And then there was confusion… At first the book read like the first couple of episodes of the TV show. Then it just got weird. All these bitter ass, drug using, self loathing women confused me.
Why on earth had Candace Bushnell written such terrible characters? And where was happy, romantic Charlotte? It was so convoluted.
I dragged my way through it, but hated it. Mr. Big sucked in the book even more than he did in the show when he went to Paris without Carrie and came back with the other chick.
I found Carrie soooo annoying. I just didn’t get it. Were Candace Bushnell’s articles on which the book was based that terrible?
Perhaps because I wasn’t in my thirties, on drugs, unmarried and bitter in NYC in the 90s, I just don’t get it.
But whatever. That shit was a waste of money. I’ll just move on and read the next book in the Carrie Diaries series because at least I have a chance to enjoy that.
Did anyone enjoy that book? What did I miss?
There are some bad movies I’ve seen. I can get through a poorly made or poorly acted movie if it’s still interesting and enjoyable. But there are some that are so bad, I get upset I spent time watching them.
The runner-up for the worst movie I’ve ever seen is:
I wanted to leave the theater, this one was so bad. and I love sequels. I hated the plot, I hated the acting, I hated the characterization, cinematography, special effects, etc. You name it, I hated it. But even this doesn’t make it as the worst movie ever.
If I tell you the cast, you still won’t know it. If I tell you the genre, the year it came out, or anything, you still won’t know it. It had Mark Wahlberg, Christina Applegate, and Lela Rochon. It’s a heist movie comedy. It came out in 1998. Still don’t know? Of course you don’t! It’s because this movie is so terrible you’ve literally never heard of it.
Okay, I won’t leave you guessing any longer. This movie is called The Big Hit.
If this movie is so bad, why did I watch it? Well, it’s all the fiancé’s fault. This movie came packaged with another movie I bought several years ago. I’d never heard of it and frankly never intended on watching it.
The fiancé however thought maybe it would be a good idea to unwrap a movie that was still in the plastic and watch it. Suffice it to say we spent the entirety of this movie going, “what the hell?” and “why are they doing that?” and “why are we still watching this?!”
Take it from me, never watch this movie. It really surprised me because I love Marky Mark, Christina Applegate, and Lela Rochon. Their acting was the one thing that made me not shoot myself while watching this flick.
What’s the worst movie you’ve ever seen?