SATC or Brooklyn and babies?

I love Sex. My friends love Sex, my mom loves Sex...I have a feeling even my boyfriend loves Sex. Dare I say that my Gram loves Sex? Doubtful, as most of the jokes go over her head. I speak of the incredibly popular, cult classic Sex and the City ofcourse. Possums....tisk tisk.

Like many a gal around the globe, I spent 6 years glued to my set watching each and every SATC episode. From Mr. Big and Manolos, to martinis and men that shout profanities whilst climaxing, I still find myself indulging in a Sex marathon now and then. Ahem, reruns that is. (Wink).

Rumor has it that these four fabulous vixens will appear, once again, on the big screen for a ‘final’ installment of SATC. Despite my deep devotion to these characters, I felt more than satisfied following the initial film. It was the perfect ending to a perfect story. Why unravel a perfectly played out plot to make another one? Money ofcourse, but who can blame them.

The film was such a grand event, gathering up my gal pals, heading to the theatre in my frock and heels, finishing up the evening over...you guessed it, cosmos. A tad cheesy, perhaps, but what’s worse is the thought of Kim Catrall canoodling young men and Miranda, played by Cynthia Nixon, making more sarcastic comments about moving to Brooklyn. What on earth do they have to talk about now?

I may as well kick back and watch some reruns of the Golden Girls. It’s amazing how similar the two shows are really...Samantha has the same sexy antics as Blanche, Rose is innocent and optimistic like Charlotte, Dorothy is sarcastic and pessimistic like Miranda and...I guess that leaves Sophia as Carrie? Makes sense, they’re both the wittiest of either ensemble. Picture it, Manhattan, 1997...I was a single gal searching for the fella of my dreams in New York City. Ha.

I’m hardly interested in watching a film about kids, marriage counseling and aging gracefully. The reason the show resonated in the first place was the fact that many of us gals have experienced the dating nightmares they had. And further, their fantasy lifestyle allowed us to indulge in that fantasy with every episode. These women represented strength and empowerment - a revolution of the vagina possums! And now another film. I’m just not buying it. A golden girls movie however...now that I might be interested in.