If you’ve heard of the show, or remember that your mom or grandma used to watch the show, please do yourself a favor, and watch the show. It is always on (I’m not kidding).
Although the show is named “Sex and the City” it really is not much about the sex, and not much about the city. It’s about love and friendships and they somehow make it all seem hilarious. Sometimes they would even throw you a few curve-balls that you were not expecting, but it is moments like that which make the TV show so enjoyable to watch.
I love it when Charlotte goes to her first divorce attorney, and felt threatened by his good looks, and focused more on the looks of the man rather than making sure that her ex-mother-in-law was not going to take away Charlotte’s apartment that her ex-husband gave her. Then suddenly, this bald, icky, and a bit chubby man, named Harry, comes into the attorney’s office to get a donut, and Charlotte is a bit disturbed by what she sees. Ironically, she hires Harry as her new divorce attorney because she knew that with this hideous man in front of her, she won’t be distracted by his looks. She then goes out with Harry and realized that it was the best sex of her life. She couldn’t manage to cope that this ugly man was great at sex, and yet, she marries him later in the series.
Another thing that I love is the relationship between Stanford and Anthony. When the two gay men met at a New York Fashion Week show, the men didn’t hit it off, or they possibly did but they were afraid to admit that they were the perfect couple, and so they used their negative comments as a defense mechanism. My favorite part in Sex and the City 2 was that the two gay men marry each other at one extraordinary wedding. Either the writers of the TV show did not plan for the two gay men to get married, or they had it in mind but never got the chance to wed the men in the series; this idea was too great.
My most favorite relationship is Carrie and Big. As viewers, we love and hate Big. We love him because he’s so charming, and he even left his wife to be with Carrie. But we hate him because he disappears for a while and comes back on his own time expecting for Carrie to fall into his arms. You got to love every time Big is waiting in his black car in front of Carrie’s apartment, and rolls down the window when she struts down the stairs. However, the relationship of Carrie and Big is one that viewers might or might not want to work out. Personally, I did not want the relationship to work out because I was afraid that women would think that we as women should marry a man who is disloyal and inconsistent. Women should love and marry men who love them immensely, no matter what condition. But unfortunately for my sake, we don’t find out until the very last episode of the entire season, that Carrie and Big are officially together. And yet in the first movie, the whole wedding scene was a whole screw up, but the couple recuperated their thoughts and feelings of love for one another, and had an intimate wedding of just the two of them. Romantic, and certainly not cliché.
I must admit that I am the biggest fan of the show. Hands down, it is my favorite TV show. I literally apply my everyday life to the life of Carrie Bradshaw. I hope one day to live the life of Carrie Bradshaw, just not with the whole relationship screw-up and whatnot. I even connected the show to my AP English analysis of Moby-Dick and how the author, Herman Melville, was remarked by his mother that sometimes he would just go into his room, and separate himself from anyone else in the world just so he can write this book. Carrie Bradshaw did that numerous times. The show is relatable, it is the funniest piece of television on earth, and man is it the most tear-jerking show on earth. I love it. Even when I watch episodes that I’ve already seen before, the show never gets old. Sarah Jessica Parker, if you ever read this, I want to let you know that I love you deeply and your character has inspired me tremendously. You character has taught me to believe that making a living of writing and feeling fabulous is an occupation of its own. Fiction or nonfiction, I love Carrie Bradshaw. If there is ever Sex and the City 3 the movie, I’ll be the first one on line to buy a ticket, no doubt.
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