Maybe it’s time to be clear about who I am. I am someone who’s looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can’t-live-without-each-other love.
— Carrie Bradshaw Sex and The City
E! was running a SATC marathon yesterday and I caught the last two eps. Man, what a phenomenal series that was. For so many reasons. Let’s just forget that they did those shitty movies after the fact as a means to ride the gravy train out to the last drop. The series itself was amazing. When it first came on, I was not a fan — I was in the camp of those who said it was frivolous. A shallow showcase of chicks drinking cosmos, wearing expensive shoes, banging lots of dudes, etc.
But after a few years and watching enough episodes, I realized it was not frivolous at all. In fact, it was radical. Society is threatened by the idea that women can be in control of their lives. Women can make their own dough, form their own families on their own terms, and have sexual freedom. That’s what SATC was all about. Now that I am 35 and have basically lived the life SATC is representing, I appreciate it all the more.
The clip above is from the last episode where Carrie tells off the Russian dude and decides to stop trying to cater to his every whim and need. At first blush it was an exciting relationship with an accomplished, rich, charming older man. But ultimately Carrie realized that she wants someone who’s actually crazy about HER … who doesn’t just think of her as the little chippy who satisfies his need for companionship. A great moment from a great show.