Wait, wait. Before you take that to be the most unsurprising statement of the year (and that’s calling it early, its only February!) let me tell you – I only started watching Sex & the City a month ago.
I steadfastly tried to ignore it – I’d seen bits and pieces of it on TV but dismissed it as a ‘novelty’ show. Perhaps I was a bit of a snob – whilst I was looking up to Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Sydney Bristow, or lusting after Fox Mulder – I thought the women in Sex & the City were one dimensional and materialistic.
Obviously on the outside looking in, and from all the risqué trailers (or teasers) shown on tv, I thought Samantha was too over the top, and nymphomaniacal and I’d never relate to someone like her, so how could I like the show? Miranda was too cold, and cynical. Charlotte seemed to be the stereotypical romantic, optimistic and overly perky character, prudish in Samantha’s company. Carrie seemed to be quite the balance and perhaps that was the reason that Sarah Jessica Parker is so adored, and fanatacised about! (Note, I didn’t mean fantasize – I mean FANATICISE!)
I just couldn’t fathom why so many women seemed to gush over the show, the fashion, the women – and the actresses that played these characters.
But now.. I eat my first impressions. I can’t quite put my finger on it. As I came to the final episode, on the last disc of the final season – I bloody cried! I even tried not to; still determined not to be like women en masse who talk about having more than once box set as the first is ‘overused’. (I’m looking at you Tiz)
As I mentioned in my last post, about how it doesn’t take a sad ending to make me cry but a happy one – I think the waterworks welled up as soon as Carrie returned from Paris, surprising her friends in the cafe where they’d spent all those years confiding in each other, and sharing each other’s lives.
The fairytale of the show, and the appeal certainly wasn’t one thing. Surely it wasn’t sex. Certainly it couldn’t be the fashion (though from an outsider’s point of view – that’s all it seemed to be!) and it wasn’t the dating – but it was the importance and value of friendship.
I think this one post will be branched out into a few – crazy outlandish fashions, first date blunders, which of Carrie’s beaux would you choose, and which fabulous New Yorker would you be? Watch this space..
P.S Oh, and just an example of how much I’m already relating – when I finished An American Girl goes to Paris Part Deux – it was 1am and I turned back on the lights, got out my laptop and started writing, ala our Miss Carrie Bradshaw.
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