Samantha as in Sex and the City
Yeah, I watched it. The whole thing. I rolled my eyes through the first half of it, meaning to turn it off any minute… Then found myself in tears when you-know-her met you-know-him on the Brooklyn-you-know-where. Whaaaa? Did my brain leak out in the night?
Most of it was sickening and worthy of every eye-roll. Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte and Miranda are four extremely rich – I’m sorry: is anyone besides an actual movie star or politician actually that rich and that vacuous? – fashion hounds living in Manhattan. Admittedly my city of dreams. If I could live anywhere I wanted, it would be NYC. Hands down, no questions, no pro-con list, nada. I’m there.
These days, you have to be Sex and the City rich to live there. So I’ll visit. ‘Sta bien.
And I guess their lives were regular. They had jobs (that paid incredibly well), husbands (sincere, affectionate, omg) and or boyfriends (incredibly handsome), apartments (big and perfectly staged). They ate (in fabulous restaurants), they slept (in designer jammies). They had sex in their incredible bodies.
Yep, just everyday regular with an endless mountain of disposable income to toss at Manolo Blahnik shoes and Louis Vitton handbags, without so much as a second thought. They never had on the same outfit twice and OMG they looked like a million bucks all the time. The clothes were faaaaabulous. I’m not even a clothes person and those outfits knocked me out.
As I was watching the movie, getting sucked in, I thought I’d like to drive these girls up to the Cabecar Indian Reservation for this year’s Christmas party. Just the actresses. The movie was a nice fantasy… but is this really what appeals to American women? And am I one of them? Ouch.
The only thing more interesting than the clothes was trying to figure out who had what "done." I never even watched the show and I knew those faces… They looked too good. Just a smidge. Meow.
Anyway, it was disturbingly silly fun – I even rented it meaning to hate it! Instead, I have to say, I had a good time. And I loved the birthday party at the end with that cake and those big ‘ol numbers on it. Little teeny tiny reality check for those girls. But hey. Fifty is definitely faaaaabulous, darhling, and I appreciated the nod!
And I loved this:
Hi, I loved sex in the city, the movie the show! it was a bit overboard in some parts but the main theme was so well expressed.
Hi, I’m new to the blogosphere, and just saying hello to fellow costa rica bloggers.
hope to see you on my blog and develop a blogger friendship:)
I wish they would come to the Cabecar Indigenous Christmas Party and bring gifts, beans, rice and powdered milk. Sex in the City is so not reality. My life is real, too real sometimes.
Sally, you are too well grounded for this waste of time.
We look forward to your return. I am planning a trip to Guayabo with the school kids and Sonya the Cabecar woman on my blog. Want to go?
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I’d love to go BUT until our income is smoothed out, I’m not going anywhere. I promise to waste as little time as possible so I’m available again before the Christmas party… pura vida.