Amazing! This almost dispels the myth that authors should barely be seen, let alone heard. Just as well, as I needed cheering up after reading your previous post that compared Sarah Jessica Parker to various horses. As it has, in fact, made me hate horses. Although there is a part of me that believes a horse actually could’ve done a better job at playing Carrie Bradshaw, perhaps bringing a degree of dignity to her pseudo-journalistic scenes. I do however appreciate it would be cruel to make a horse wear Jimmy Choos or spend any time with Kim Cattrall.
The Sex and the City movie sadly pulled a Frankenstein on female empowerment. A series that started out as a relatively good idea eventually became a horrific monster. Unfortunately SATC seems to have done for feminism what Alanis Morissette did to the meaning of irony. As their conversations about sex got louder and louder (I always felt sorry for the other people trying to enjoy their brunch as Samantha worked her way through every single possible way to say penis) the notion of the ‘independent woman’ became so lost in clichés that the only possible way for the series to end was for it to implode in a desert. I’m not necessarily suggesting that a car chase involving Germaine Greer would have been a better alternative, but a copy of The Female Eunuch on a bedside table here and there wouldn’t have been amiss. Even, ironic. Whatever that means.
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