stop asking me about sex and the city
Writing by Jana on Wednesday, 18 of June , 2008 at 9:31 am
No I haven’t seen it. No I am not going to see it. And NO, being in possession of a vagina does not mean I am a fan of the show.
Just stop already.
Stop telling me how much you relate to the show. Stop telling me how you and your friends are just like Carrie and the girls. You’re not. You’re not a 40-something single woman fucking your way through every virile man in whatever big city you come from while wearing over-priced clothing and eating at the trendy over-priced shitholes where other soulless assholes love to congregate.
Fucking “like a man” while desperately looking for a meaningful relationship does not make you liberated or independent or strong. It makes you a whore. A stupid whore at that. And not because of all the ungratifying faceless sex you’re having, but because you keep trying to convince everyone around you that those meaningless one-night stands are what you wanted in the first place. You’re lying.
One night stands are not fun. You tell me you come every time? Bitch, please, no you do not.
Drunken sex with a stranger is generally one of the most awkward things you can do, and if you had just stayed home and masturbated, not only would you have a guaranteed orgasm (or four) but you wouldn’t wake up the next morning with that empty feeling in the pit of your stomach you never talk about or acknowledge.
(Or a burning feeling down there for that matter.)
Does your entire life really revolve around sex/men, whining about sex/men, and boozing it up with the girls like a vapid college student who doesn’t know any better yet? Are you really incapable of, at your age, having a normal relationship with a man? Do you ever stop and think that maybe you are the problem? Because underneath your cheap and trendy clothing, and even trendier lifestyle that you have nothing of value to offer to another person or to society as a whole?
You’re a piece of ass swathed in shiny accessories and tacky makeup that never learned to have a conversation not centered on your pathetic existence. And you fear that underneath your posturing and shrill laughter that it’s all you’ll ever be.
And you’re probably right.
So please, just stop talking to me about “Sex and the City.” Because you’re driving me mental.
Category: film
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Comment by patrick
Made Wednesday, 18 of June , 2008 at 5:37 pm
Sex and the City seems to have a polarizing effect on both men and women… people either love the movie or they hate it
Comment by Jana
Made Thursday, 19 of June , 2008 at 7:34 am
This is true. And it’s not the average fan I have a problem with; but gaggles of women sitting around a table talking about which character is most like them is what sets my teeth on edge. That and the absurd notion that the show was somehow portraying what women really think and feel, as if it was some secret insight into our lives — give me a break!
Comment by Soleil Noir
Made Sunday, 22 of June , 2008 at 1:42 pm
I’m clapping vigorously and laughing my ass off.
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