Ever since Sarah Jessica Parker first strode upon our screens in her mile-high stilettos and poufy, crazy outfits, I’ve trying to figure out why everyone is so crazy about Sex and the City.
I have friends who have seen every episode. Twice. Some have seen it even more than that. They quote lines and recite scenarios as if it happened to them just yesterday. They rave about the fashions and the sex and the boyfriends and the dialogue. I honestly think they believe they are living the lives of these four women at times; and certainly if they aren’t living their lives, they WANT to live their lives.
So when the Sex and the City movie was released this past weekend, it was as if the second coming had occurred. All over Chicago, “Cosmo Parties” were being held in celebration of the event. Women are said to arrive at the theaters showing the movie in stiletto heels and wearing bright pink. It’s as if the red carpet were rolled out across the land and Kim Cattrall were stepping out of a limo.
And today I was with some friends who had seen it and they were gushing– literally GUSHING– about the fashions, the hairstyles, and the shoes. They talked of crying more than once during the film.
Folks, I don’t really get it. I mean, it’s a cute show, and I’m sure it really is a good movie. I’ve always enjoyed it, but it was never required viewing for me. When it first started (when I lived with roommates) I watched it fairly regularly, but after I moved into my current apartment I went for about 3 years without HBO or any sort of cable, so I fell out of practice with all cable shows. As everyone started buying the DVD sets, I stuck to good old fashioned TV.
It’s not that I don’t relate with these four horny ladies. I mean, I like sex as much as the next guy or girl. I like it a lot. But watching someone else get laid on a semi-regular basis when I’m going through a dry spell is not my idea of fun. It just makes me bitter, and honestly, I’m tired of the bitter scene.
So I’m on the fence about whether I want to see the Sex and the City movie. I suppose I’d better make up my mind quickly or else I’m going to have to shut myself off from the rest of the gay world for a while. Either that or I’m gonna have to get myself laid, and soon.
Or maybe I should see what all the fuss is about and actually start watching the show. Hmm…