Carrie Bradshaw's Nipples

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.