He’s Just Not Into Her
Carrie, The Burden (via The Daily Transom / New York Observer)
And so more dirt is thrown on top of the “Sex And The City” grave.
People with whom I’ve discussed this general topic may find that I’m a bit agitated about it. Well, I am indeed. I think this show was one of the most dangerous entities to enter our recent pop culture consciousness. But this is not to blame Ms. Bushnell (who has admitted publicly that she’s a bit bemused by society and media’s responses) or Mr. Blahnik (who has declined to embrace the unintentional association between his work and the show that popularized his name). They understand the soulessness of the show, that the characters and plots are not to be taken seriously. Unfortunately, the show’s popularity has given rise to trends in which Carrie Bradshaw (and Sarah Jessica Parker, happily playing the part 24/7 ad infinitum/nauseam) is a cutural icon and hero - even though Ms. Bradshaw was intended (not) to be a cultural hero as much as Patrick Bateman was.
(And Ms. Parker is not intended to be an acting hero, either. She may just be that ditzy and vapid. Sorry, Ferris.)
And so it’s good to see at least one person calling a spade a spade (not Kate Spade), and not selling out to Satan for a taste of hype.
(Not me; I’m just trying to get my Google ranking up with keywords. Sex And The City. Sarah Jessica Parker. Magnolia Cupcakes. Blowjobs. Lesbians.)