Over Sex & the City

This is not something new to me, it's been building for quite sometime and I just have to come out with it. I'm over Sex & the City. Yes, it is true that when the movie came out my friends and I made big plans, two even came in from out of town so that it would be an event and it was. It reminded us of a time when we were all together and would get together on Sunday nights at someone's place and have drinks and snacks and revel in the adventures of the women on screen, but more to the point connect with each other.

By the time the movie came our lives had changed, two left NYC for school and/or and left the country (me), one moved in with a boyfriend and another got married. Our lives were different, we were slightly different and the tales of SATC were something that we shared. And while my love for my friends has not wavered, my love for the show most definitely has.

I find it difficult to watch the syndicated episodes found of TBS nightly. It has nothing to do with naughty bits being cut out for the palette of basic cable viewers, it is just that I am over it. I no longer find the show this fantastic tale of singledom in New York City. I live it and I don't have any pithy things to say about it. While many of us fancied that we were like the ladies in show, it was never true. Carrie must have had excellent credit and getting paid a lot for a column writer for a small NYC independent paper to afford all of those kooky outfits and shoes.

Anyway, it happened tonight, I was in another room and I could hear the show on. It's the last season, when Carrie is with Alexander (Baryshnikov) and they're arguing about Samantha's cancer. I was irritated and just did not want to hear it, I was officially done with the show. I still think that it is a great show and that it was great for women and it gave me another bond with my friends, but reliving the show is just not something that I want to do anymore.

That's my two-cents on the subject.