I've never watched a full episode of Sex and the City. In the US we never had HBO and, oddly enough, I was never invited to those SATC parties that single urban thirty-something women were throwing. Apparently there are (or were) SATC bars in the DC area so chalk that up to a missed opportunity. In the UK, though, they show it regularly on Channel Four about half a season behind the current US season. (Or maybe a season and a half behind; the distinction is meaningless to me.) I tried watching an episode with my wife once and couldn't sit through the whole thing. Giving credit where credit is due, she couldn't either.
In light of all the commotion surrounding the final episode, though, I thought that maybe I should give it another chance. If nothing else, it will give me something to talk about with my female peers when I go back to the states in a couple of months. So I looked in this week's TV Times to see what I have to look forward to tonight:
10.00 Sex and the City The Cold War: Carrie avoids the cold weather with Alexsandr; Samantha tries to quash rumors that Smith is gay; Charlotte enters Elizabeth Taylor into a dog show; and Miranda has trouble settling into her marital home.
This is what drove people into a frenzy? On second thought, perhaps I'll pass. Especially when I could take advantage of this apparently equally entertaining viewing opportunity on BBC2:
10.00 The Sack Race The two contestants pretend to be a kleptomaniac Christian in a nail bar and an ex-model in a clothing shop.
Or I could actually scrub the bathtub or do something else worthwile. The irony, of course, is that the same people who are obsessed with SATC are the ones who make fun of blue collar men for watching other blue collar men drive cars around and around and around really really fast. In all fairness, that lost its allure for me as well once I got past the age of ten, but to each his or her own.
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