Considering the name of this blog, I feel like I need to draw some attention to the former TV show from which we swiped and remixed our header.
Sex and the City, the show that taught millions of women everywhere that you no matter how old you are or how well your career is going or how fabulous (to use their vernacular) your wardrobe, you are never going to outgrow your insecurities. I've finally gotten around to watching the series, after being mildly tickled by the movie and I gotta say...these women are idiots. Fucking IDIOTS. I'm only on season two, so it could be that their shallow bantering is dated (I guess women in the late nineties had no sense of selves), but yeah...IDIOTS. IDIOTS. IDIOTS. I'm sickened. I'm saddened. I'm thinking "How can Sarah Jessica Parker afford $2000 strappy heels but can't find it in herself to put on a bra?"
The overaching theme seems to be 101 Reasons You Can't Be Happy Without a Man. What happened to empowerment? What happened to loving thyself? What happened to it NOT being ok to say things like "If you own an apartment and he doesn't, then it disrupts the power structure." They make relationships sound like politics, when they should be about empathy and self-knowledge. I guess there's someone out there who thinks that's just idealistic psycho-babble. That someone is an asshole.
Should I feel happy that, a decade later, women two decades younger than these characters have a bit more, you know, character? Or should I want to gag on the values this show is throwing out? Or should I just enjoy the pretty wardrobe and just count my lucky stars that I didn't watch it when it was in its heyday, thus exposing my soft, malleable teenaged brain to utter, utter nonsense?
And yet, I watch it. So clearly there IS something that I like. Just don't ask me what. I'm still figuring that out.
Yours,
I
The world is your oyster and your sweat is the hot sauce.
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Shier fucking brilliance.
I feel like our discussions as of late about "validation" really relates to this post. And how so many 20-something chics need it - and only have "fun" or are only in a good mood if a man responds to them. And not just the man they WANT - ANY man. Perhaps these women have a lot of maturing to do. I'm not saying I'm not one of them, I'm just saying I'm aware of this desparation for validation that so many women tend to ignore in themselves. They're too blinded too ignore. Blinded by synthetic happiness.
And I'm so easy to say that feeling real pain is often the answer to help mature women into focusing more on themselves then what dick will make them feel better or feel more legit. But that's not necessarily the answer. Because we can often escape in dick to make that pain go away. And that's even worse. Isn't it?
Don't get me wrong - i enjoy Sex and the City, but it's mostly because none of the women are perfect as hard as they try. There's something endearing about their often superficial pursuits.
-lo
And I say again - being a woman is a sword edged 15 different ways.
Ces't domage.
Reading back on my post, it comes off as a little high and mighty. I just got so frustrated watching these women - a lawyer and a writer and an art gallery curator for God's sakes! - whine about the most ludicrous things! It's like they're insane! The only person who seems to be empowered at all is Samantha and she's just played for laughs...I dunno, am I just getting all worked up for nothing? Is THIS a sign of my own insecurity? If that's the case, where's my voice-over?
-I
In Therapy?
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