It’s a girl’s world this weekend
Can you feel the excitement in the air? It’s finally arrived. We’ve waited for years, been teased that it was happening only to be informed that it was not, then taunted with little bits and pieces. But now it’s here ” “Sex and the City” is on the big screen in all its fashionista glory.
Oh, the anticipation! I’m so excited! Word is it’s everything we want it be and then some. Will Big and Carrie actually get married? How outrageous will their 300 outfits be? What fabulous restaurants will they go to? What adventures will Samantha, Charlotte and Miranda get into in the course of the two-hour movie? Fan or not of the series, the movie is sure to be a joy.
In preparation for the great day, I broke out my complete six-season, 18-disk set to review all 94 episodes. It gave me the opportunity to relive it all and figure out why four New York women talking about men, sex and their lives is so fascinating and why the movie is so highly anticipated.
My conclusion: because the TV show is just honest and well done. It is incredibly well-written and acted. I know, that’s sort of like a guy saying he buys Playboy for the articles, but in this case it’s true. Every episode is done with great humor and compassion. The writers of the show are brilliant.
At the core of “Sex and the City” is the friendship of four very different women. It’s a great tribute to the bonds of female friendship. These women are important to each other; men may come and go, but they will always have each other. They are fiercely loyal. They can argue, disagree and fight, but in the end, they love and support each other. They are each other’s “Call in Case of Emergency” contacts; they are one another’s families.
Unlike most other shows, the Sex and the City women talk to each other the way real-life close friends actually do. They are sharp and witty, taking affectionate jabs at each other that are never mean. They aren’t afraid to discuss any topic, delve into any area no matter how shrouded in taboo. Their conversations helped create a new dialogue between girlfriends all over the country. They opened doors many women had never ventured through with their girlfriends before.
And I love that they show these women eating. Constantly. (Well, when they aren’t drinking.) Every episode contains a scene of the four of them seated around a coffee shop table with a lot more than coffee in front of them. They are shown walking through Central Park eating pretzels and ice cream. They eat in the swankiest restaurants and scarf cupcakes on Bleecker Street. These women enjoy their food.
The ladies are cultural icons. Think of the trends they started with their weekly fashion shows, shopping excursions and exploration of the hot restaurants and trendy nightclubs. They made Manolo Blahnik and Prada household names, beyond the households that could actually afford them. They elevated the Cosmopolitan to a whole new level of cocktail infamy. And they treated New York like another character, highlighting her best attributes, honoring her after tragedy.
If I’m bogged down with writer’s block, ironically it’s the TV show that can often get me out of it. Carrie inspires me. Listening to the musing of a fictional columnist as she writes often spurs me into action. It’s her cadence, the questions she poses to examine the topic at hand, her analysis of human nature, her humor and insights. She wraps up each episode, and ostensibly her column, with a well-crafted, insightful truth or statement or witticism.
In a town of women more likely to wear Crocs than Choos, our female population is blowing the dust off their stilettos to gather for premier night parties. They’re downing cosmos and chatting about their favorite episodes, funniest moments, most memorable lines and which character they most resemble before heading to the movie event of the year, dressed for the big city, Faux-nolos and all. It’s a true tribute.
Linda Boyne is an Edwards resident and a regular columnist for the Vail Trail. E-mail comments about this column to email@example.com.