Posted on 05/28/2008 2:50:35 PM PDT by canuck_conservative
To great popular culture fanfare, the Sex and the City movie opens on Friday. I dont expect that I shall see it, so I thought I might offer a comment beforehand. Indeed, I rather missed the entire television series, but for a rather extraordinary confluence of events.
Some years ago, I was asked by my friends at Macleans to arrange for the participation of Cardinal Marc Ouellet, Archbishop of Quebec City, for their big 100th anniversary bash in Toronto. The program featured leading Canadians from industry, literature, science, show business, politics, etc., all giving various summaries of the decades of Macleans history. The cardinal was to arrive late from the airport, so he was assigned the last decade. Which was just as well, as the 1960s were introduced by Canadian actress Kim Cattrall, of Sex and the City fame, but of whom I was only vaguely aware. She did her bit in character, and had I known her character, I would not have wondered why a woman would present herself in public as more than a little bit trampy. At any rate, I was relieved that I did not have to explain to Cardinal Ouellet why I had asked him to be part of such a production, and nothing was said when he finally did arrive.
My interest was piqued and over the intervening years, thanks to the world of endless reruns in syndication, I have seen about a dozen episodes, including the pilot. I dont know if they were representative of the six-year run of the show, but I was intrigued. Intrigued not because I am terribly interested in Manhattan night life or high fashion, but by the popularity of a self-consciously libertine show that was an unwitting but searing indictment of the sexual revolution.
The premise of the show is that four affluent, professionally successful, attractive New York women are wholly independent. They do not need men, and so can treat them on their own libidinous terms. In the pilot episode, the lead character, Carrie Bradshaw, goes for a mid-afternoon liaison purely for the sex, no interest in anything else. To the famous question posed by the more decorous Henry Higgins Why cant a woman be more like a man? Carrie and her friends answer that she certainly can be, at least like the caricature of the man who seeks the unholy goal of sex without commitment, without relationships and, just possibly, without names.
All of which is hardly remarkable from libertine Hollywood, celebrating as it does the sexual revolution and its decoupling of sex from any intrinsically deeper purpose. Yet the show is more preachy than most actual preachers about the utter emptiness of it all. The women are manifestly unhappy. The heart of the show is not the series of conquests, promiscuously and enthusiastically accomplished, but the four gals having coffee, breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert a lot of eating for preternaturally thin women! and talking, assailing, whining, crying, bitching, about the men who love them, the men who dont, the men who cling, the men who flee, the men who are beastly, the men who are gallant, and above all, that highly desired man who will finally make them happy.
These are women who are assertive and confident, but are constantly fretting about men. These are women who have more sex than your stereotypical frat house, but are achingly searching for love. These are women with money and professional success, but who find their lives incomplete. These are terribly insecure women. They are fragile. These are not women little girls want to grow up to be. And thats not me talking, but Hollywood.
They say nothing lasts forever, dreams change, trends come and go, but friendships never go out of style, purrs Carrie in the movie trailer.
Actually, friendships mature as people do. But the Sex and the City girls are stuck in perpetual adolescence, still talking about the cutest boy in class, and wondering if he has noticed them, and not yet having figured out that the trampy girls get attention, but little respect.
The friendships celebrated in Sex and the City are the worst of the adolescent kind, suitable for a life lived not in accord with love and responsibility, but as a series of fleetingly superficial experiences. The lasting accomplishment of the sexual revolution was to remake society according the desires of corrupted adolescent males, with plenty of pornography, easy women and disposable responsibilities, facilitated by contraception and abortion, cohabitation and divorce.
Sex and the City told the story of women who adapted themselves to this world, but found no happiness there. Thats a big admission from Hollywood. The movie is apparently about marriage and motherhood, a rather more ancient and wiser path in the pursuit of happiness.
Ann Coulter once made the observation that the women in “Sex and the City” don’t act like real-world women, they act like gay men.
It just so happens that the scripts are written by gay men.
Coincidence?
I hate hate HATE that show. I loathe it with a white-hot passion.
We call girls like that whores and they do not make it past the sift as wife prospects so they will always be alone.
Hey! I'm insecure! Will one of them date ME?
(Gee I wonder if I could ever keep one of them happy)
(I mean, I'm not all that)
(Matter of fact, just forget it)
(No woman would ever want me)
(Ever)
(sob)
I’ve always referred to that show as ‘Sex and the Sluts’.
It only mildly annoys me.
Now, FRIENDS, I hated.
They were NO FRIENDS OF MINE!
I will stipulate to hating Friends as well. Not quite as much, but how the hell did they afford those huge NYC lofts on cook/waitress/itinerant actor salaries?
On the other hand, if you hate Seinfeld, our affair is over.
I believe in personal responsibility, however, I heard on the radio that some girls were blaming SATC for the fact that they were sluts.
Seinfeld is a god.
Now then. Where are we meeting again? ;)
SOCIALISM is how the “Friends” afforded a NYC loft. It was rent controlled (Socialism) and formerly occupied by a relative of one of them.
All the agonizing, all the trying-trying-trying to get a man to commit to them... it was just painful to watch even those few moments.
Then my friend told me about the whole "He's Just Not That Into You" conversation that spawned the book by the same name. I was interested in the book, so I picked it up and read it... and it was The Rules but from a guy's point of view! Literally: men are the hunters, women are the hunted. So just hold still, look pretty, let him do the chasing, and if he doesn't chase hard enough, move on.
And that was depressing too, really, in its own way. So my current view is that feminism is a failure, the old fashioned me-Tarzan-you-Jane is dehumanizing, and I am taking a vow of celibacy for life and concentrating on keeping my house really, really clean.
“Ann Coulter once made the observation that the women in Sex and the City dont act like real-world women, they act like gay men.
It just so happens that the scripts are written by gay men.”
No wonder that premise has no appeal for me.
Never saw it and never will.
And the eternal answer will always be that it's all well and good, but men will leave them in a split-second to be with a woman who wants to be a woman.
***...and I am taking a vow of celibacy for life and concentrating on keeping my house really, really clean.***
LOL!
After enduring all of 15 minutes, all that could be said was, "WHAT A PIECE OF CRAP!"
With the exception of a cute any woman can relate scenario in the first episode I saw, I didn’t care very much for the show either. There was something about the SJP character that I found to be almost seedy.
It was also contradictory. Here these women wanted relationships, but anyone in a relationship, let alone a decent marriage was a villian or scorned.
I thought it was pretty obvious it was sex and the city was really a story about the sexual hedonistic life of homosexuasl using women as a “cover”
Seinfeld is a god.
You blaspheme against the Lord and His Only Begotten Son with your idolatry! Repent now - it's not too late. If not, you ensure an eternity in HELL!
/LOL
I watched a few episodes when it ran on TBS, and thought it was dreck too. The women were all pathetic. SJP - eternal fashion victim. Kim Cattrall (Samantha) acting style - say something risque, turn head sideways, smirk/smile at own lame comment. Repeat ad nauseum.
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