Sex in the City (Spoilers)

Tuesday, July 1st, 2008 | The Daily Special

Whoohoo! I finally got to see Sex in the City. Jen, Ellebee and I must be the last women in their thirties in America to see this movie. (I put “spoilers” in the title of this entry, but really, I am the last person to see the movie, so I doubt it will matter.)

On Wednesday, Ellebee and Jen graciously met me out here in the way far away boonie burbs to see Sex in the City.  Mike babysat the munchkin and it was the first time I had left her for more than an hour.   I was really worried and nervous about how they would both do, and then on the way to the theater I thought, “If she cries, it won’t kill her, and that’s the only bad thing that’s going to happen while I’m away.”

So I relaxed and went to Walgreens, where I spent $6 total on king size packages of Whoppers, Junior Mints, Goobers, and plain and peanut M&M’s.  This is why I carry the big purse – so that I can shove all that stuff in there and no one will know… And seriously, what a deal, six packages of candy for $6!  I paid more for the bottle of water at the theater than I did for all that candy.

Anyway, it was nice to escape again into the lives of Carrie, Miranda, Charlotte and Samantha.  The fashion is always amazing, as is the idea that somehow Carrie’s tiny apartment has enough closet space to fit all those designer clothes and shoes.

I have never, nor will I ever, be able to identify with the ladies in the show.  There have been moments though, when things happen to me that remind me of certain episodes or lines.  Lately, I think often of the episode when Miranda is breastfeeding Brady while Carrie is visiting and says something like, “Look at how huge my nipples have gotten.”   I too, have been amazed of late how huge my nipples are; they’re probably two or three times their original size.

Oh, that was probably too much information there…

Identifying with the characters in Sex in the City is not the point, at least for me.  It’s a fairy tale of sorts and I have always loved fairy tales.  There was even a fairy tale wedding, with a princess dress and a wedding in a library.  (I too, like Carrie, love the smell of library books.  I also love the noise of that crisp plastic they put on some of them.  Weird, I know!)

I personally would have gone for the Vera Wang wedding dress, but certainly, the Vivian Westwood was beautiful.  And honestly, I heard “Vivian Westwood” before they pulled out the dress and was surprised that it wasn’t garishly ugly with a plaid bustier.

Seeing the movie does however make me sad that I have not yet visited NYC.  During one of the scenes I was such a small town bumpkin that I had to lean over to Laura and ask, “Is that in Central Park?”  Dork!

How is it possible that Carrie could have doubted that Big loved her when he built her that beautiful closet?  I mean, come on! That closet is every woman’s dream – and she doubted his love for her?

I did love the introduction of Louise, who was wonderful, although I felt there could have been more character development.  But it was a 2 hour 15 minute movie, so at the end I stopped caring about character development and started really needing to go to the bathroom.  That’s what I get for spending all the money I saved on buying candy at Walgreens on a $7.00 bottle of water that I finished before the previews ended…

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