the sex and the city movie, but i did read anthony lane's paternalistic and off-putting review in the new yorker, accompanied with the above drawing of the witches from macbeth, i mean crazy murderous dolls, i mean difficultly gendered asylum inmates on a daytrip to saks.
i didn't like the series for a long time, mostly because i felt alienated by all the conspicuous consumption and because of a nebulous beef about it not being quite feminist enough. after i moved to and away from new york, though, i started watching it on re-runs, i think because some of the new york stuff made sense after living there (although i was still torqued by watching these women navigate it with the lubrication that wealth provides without ever acknowledging their privilege) and because, faults aside, watching a television show that really was about four adult, more or less single women--admittedly all white, straight, beautiful and moneyed--who ate pizza and had sex and made mistakes was so unusual. there's a lot not to like about the series and it doesn't take much snooping, but i'll admit that the simple fact of the protagonists was enough for SATC to win DVR space.
professor dolan? are you taking requests? we'd love to hear what you think.
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