...Why do I watch it? Because there's enough fun, fact, and female reality check to hook me. I have a shoe addiction, too, but I'm still trying to figure out how someone who writes a column for a newspaper can afford designer shoes, fabulous outfits, and salon hair and still pay rent in Manhattan. Those are just a few of the fairy tales of the show. A post-feminist, post-modern fairy tale is exactly what SATC is.
...If these women honestly want a man to have a real relationship with, why do they find glaring defects in the available men they meet? Either he's too young...or he doesn't make enough money or he doesn't like the right china pattern...it's Seinfeld! A more upscale, glittery crew than Seinfeld, but it's the same emotionally unavailable, incapable of having a relationship crew as the one on Seinfeld. The women on SATC complain about modelizers, womanizers, and every other variety of -izers, but they're just as obsessed with ideas of male perfection. It doesn't matter if the guy is sweet, kind, genuine, or otherwise acceptable. If they can find one thing wrong with him, he gets discarded. They're as shallow as the men they complain about.
What are the chances that 4 women in NYC have their level of education and income, but not one of them is involved in a personal growth program? How is it that no one is in therapy or a 12-step program? God knows they need it-Carrie drinks like a fish and Samantha is a total sex addict. Even if 12-step is passé, therapy is de rigueur for Manhattanites. Not one of these chicks even reads self-help books.
I'd like to see the post-September 11th season of the show. I can only hope that a huge event like that would inject some depth (and values) into the lives of The Fad Four.