Sex And The City: 1

In Uncategorized on June 16, 2010 at 12:30 am

The following is a letter I wrote to the New York Times, in response to the paper’s review of Sex & The City 2. The photograph shows the Pizza Hut-KFC located directly across the street from the Great Pyramid of Egypt.

By now, the reviews are in, and they are terrible. The Sex & The City franchise, claim the critics, has lost its luster. The jokes are forced, the decadence is tiresome, and Carrie’s alliterations are merely quaint. Over a decade since the pilot, the story is finally behind the times.

I know this going in. I was always a fair-weather fan, since my interest was always tied to a girlfriend and her (usually gay, male) entourage. I share only a few values with the Dynamic Quartet: We are all vaguely liberal, and we all enjoy urban living. But otherwise, Sex & The City was always a delightful fantasy, set in an alternate New York where crime and poverty barely exist and cabbies have no faces (much less heated opinions about the world). Carrie’s homilies were always quaintly bourgeois, but the real joy was the weird relationships. It was a soap opera for people who enjoy overt sexuality and filthy language. That I could get behind.


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