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Sex And The City: A Boring Tale Of Slutty Women

September 21, 2009

Sex And The City: A Boring Tale Of Slutty WomenThis might surprise, but until very recently I have never watched a single episode of the TV series Sex and the City, even though it had been supposedly a huge hit with millions of viewers and turned its four main characters, four single women living in New York, into household names.

I caught glimpses of some episodes on the box, yes, and remember thinking how unattractive and unappealing Sarah Jessica Parker looked to be actually playing the part of a desirable woman, Carrie, who was always being chased by all those men. I also remember noticing the striking vulgarity of actress Kim Cattral, man-eating Samantha in the series, who had been persistently overacting in every scene that she’d appeared in.

The other two women were so bland that I did not pay any attention to them at all. Overall, I had had absolutely no interest in the whole Sex and the City project because its concept did not appeal to me in slightest: four women trying to get laid and then talking about it all the time between themselves. What on earth can be interesting in that? Then the TV series came to an end, like all of them thankfully do, and for a while I completely forgot about it.

But in the past year or so the Sex and the City franchise had been revived again: a full length feature film had been made and another one is being filmed as I write this. The critics for some reason renewed their efforts to promote this trash and repeats of the old episodes are now shown on TV comedy channels. It was all done, of course, to promote the film that turned out to be so bad that even the hardened fans of the series somehow did not find the strenghth to praise it. And now the second film is in production. And who knows, there might be a third and fourth one made.

Recently I actually took a closer a look at Sex and the City. I glanced through the book by Candace Bushnell, which had inspired the makers of the TV series in the first place. And, secondly, I watched several episodes of Sex and the City.

Well, what can I say, ladies and gentlemen? First of all, the book is not that bad. OK, it is bad but it could have been much worse. It is not even a proper book, to be honest, but a collection of short sketches which, as I understand, Ms Bushnell had been writing for the New York Times. They are sometimes witty, these sketches, and sometimes even mildly funny, and occasionally they contain observations on the subject of mating in the Big Apple. It is what is known as chickflick: you might read it or you might not, and it would not really matter if you do or you do not.

But what is important is that the book has no similarities with the TV series, with its vulgarity, its crass humour and constant references to sex in a crude and very unfunny way. The main heroines in the series, by the way, apart from Carrie, are mentioned in the book itself only in passing. They are irrelevant to the narrator and appear in a long line of people who appear out of nowhere and then disappear a page or two later.

So, basically, what the makers of the TV series did was to pick out the characters who had appealed to them most and develop them into major players in the story line. They also used some of the men, who had appeared in the book in their hundreds, and turned them into walk-on walk-off characters who are there only to be used by the four women for sex and then dumped.

I found the TV series Sex and the City to be extremely distasteful, vulgar and very primitive. I am sorry, but the four women come across as cheap sluts who are actually proud of sleeping around and telling their friends about their bed hopping in all its glorious detail. This is women’s lib at its worst. The message is: what men can do, we can do better. If they can sleep around and chase women all the time, we can treat them as scum and have even more sex. We are promiscuous and proud of it.

I have always had a thing about these liberated women. They are never attractive, usually very unintelligent, always vulgar and, of course, they end up with the sort of men they deserve – the self-obsessed proponents of one-night-stands who think with their dicks and live by their dicks. Empty, boring male predators, always out on the look-out for their horny female equivalents whose worlds rotate around their vaginas.

Sex and the City, the series, masquerades itself as a humorous and even glamorous take on the way women’s attitudes to sex have supposedly changed. The rules of the mating game, it claims, have become different, with women no longer playing hard to get but actually taking control of the whole process. They might have just as well called the series Sluts in the City and done away with all the pretence.

Samantha played by Kim Cattral is the most disgusting of the four. In the book, by the way, she is portrayed as a ridiculous figure, who is so unappealing and boring that her numerous boyfriends lose interest in her extremely quickly. But in the series she is a sexual predator who devours men and then dumps them without giving it a second thought. And those supposedly hilarious bedroom scenes with Samantha moaning and screaming her head off, in my opinion, can seem funny only to people with no sense of humour at all.

Here is an example of a situation from one of the episodes. The scene takes place in church and Charlotte, the dark haired bland one, is getting ready to walk down the aisle, but is suddenly having second thoughts about it. She confides in Carrie that she is no longer sure if she is doing the right thing because the groom ‘couldn’t get it up’ the previous night. Carrie comforts her by saying that it happens to men all the time. And then, to convince Charlotte that it is no big deal, she says that her future husband probably ‘had jerked off before going to bed’.

And that seems enough to convince Charlotte that the situation is not as bad as she thought it was. And such trash is supposed to be funny. I am sorry, but I do not find it even remotely funny. And that is the level of the humour in the series.

All I can say to fans of Sex and the City is this: get a life, people. What you have now is not even close to it.

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One Response to “Sex And The City: A Boring Tale Of Slutty Women”

  1. ashley nicholson on November 17th, 2009 12:41 am

    In the real world of work and life for woman, mutton and lamb are the two words that spring to mind, the middle…?? SATC crazed delusion!

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