Later that day, I got to thinking...
At the risk of, apparently, sounding like a dense and materialistic woman, I am so excited for the Sex and the City movie. I add this disclaimer because of Jezebel.com. Because I love Gawker, I started frequenting Jezebel over a year ago. Overall, I like the site and what it has to offer. Most of it I take with a grain of salt anyway, but the frequent posts about how stupid SATC is and how out-of-touch anyone who wants to see it is are a little much. However, it always seems that the commenters say things like “Omg, this movie is going to be terrible and I hate everything about the show and all of the characters and what they stand for, but, as embarrassing as this is, I’m going to be first in line to see the movie.”
Why must we be embarrassed that we like this show? The show did, and still does, strike a cord. Not just to women, not just to New Yorkers, and not just during the time it was on HBO. It is making money in syndication and by selling DVDs and is the basis of a tour around NYC — they obviously did something right, so why is so bad to have found something in common with it?
The naysayers love to talk about how ridiculous the plots were, how ridiculous Carrie’s bank accounts were, and how out-dated it is now. Who cares? If I wanted to watch something deep and realistic, I doubt that I’d be watching HBO in the first place. Nonetheless, :: sigh :: this rant boils down to this: I love SATC, I can’t wait for the movie, and I don’t think that I’m stupid, materialistic, or out-of-touch for my excitement.