The series' executive producer, Michael Patrick King, revealed to Entertainment Weekly that there was still one story that needed to be told through Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte and Miranda.
These movies were from some alternate universe where these smart, independent women morphed into basic dumb broads.
With great love and admiration comes great parody.
"Sex and the City" turned 15 this week! It's hard to believe that 15 years ago, Carrie, Charlotte, Miranda, and Samatha were talking about everything sex while dating everything but the right guy for them.
The show went from being a groundbreaking analysis of women who enjoyed sex to a giant ad about consumerism and how men can help you achieve your financial dreams.
After Wilde tweeted this on March 1, "Bieber, put your f***ing shirt on. (unless you lost all your shirts in a fire in which case my condolences and please purchase a new shirt.)", Beliebers went, well, wild.
But after landing at JFK and moving into a shoebox of an apartment, I couldn’t help but wonder: was Bradshaw, beloved sex columnist turned fabulous fashion icon, stringing us along the whole time? Does she secretly laugh every time another wide-eyed ingénue moves to the Big Apple, in search of labels and love?
Carrie loses her mother, her friends lose their virginity and they all lose their ability to perceive the world naively any longer; they must reconcile that the decisions they make will ultimately decide the people they become.
I've decided to compare and contrast the style choices and wardrobe of Old Carrie and New Carrie to determine if this New Carrie is authentic to Old Carrie's personality and mythology.
Yes, I love SATC. A little too much. So much that it’s affected the way that I think about my own off-camera relationships. I’ve saturated my brain with so much SATC that the line between fact and fiction is as thin as one of Carrie’s gauzy Chloé blouses.
I’m nervous. I’m scared. I'm having panic attacks hourly. No, I'm not climbing Mt. Everest. That'd be child's play compared to what I'm talking about.
I know a bunch of other girls who’ve ended up in relationships with guys online, but I think the problem for me is there seems to be a lot of pressure on the first date. It feels like you’re trying to imagine yourself in a relationship with him after spending all of 2 hours knowing him drinking at a bar. Why are people getting so relationship obsessed over one date? Are they or is this just something I keep feeling like I’m pressured to buy into?
Who doesn't want an excuse to make nice with someone they've been fighting with? Or better yet, an excuse to pick a fight and then fix it later on?
The cat’s been out of the bag for several days now; "GIRLS" has arrived, and it’s probably the most disappointing debut of a show in recent memory.
If you want to escape to the glamorous side of being young, wild and free, you watch Gossip Girl. For how to be thirty, flirty and fabulous, retreat to Sex and the City. But for a generation of women trying to navigate a discouraging job market and the confusion of their 20s, there's nothing to watch on TV. Not until now, at least. Thanks, Lena Dunham, for 'Girls' -- the best show on television for a lost flock of soon-to-be women.
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I turned 21 yesterday. By legal standards, I’m a grown up. But most importantly, I’m officially in the era of the twenty somethings. I kicked off this milestone with some serious adult-like self reflection and an SATC episode. I noticed something – Carrie Bradshaw and her three always referred to anyone under thirty with disdain.
Carrie was always my favorite because I loved the men she dated (AIDEN!) and wish I lived her life as a fabulous writer in NYC. I would listen to her narrations and hang on every word. Whenever she'd begin a sentence, "And I couldn't help but wonder...", I knew words of wisdom were about to follow. But now I have a bone to pick with Ms. Bradshaw.
One of my favorite episodes of “Sex and the City” is “Ex and the City”…right before Big and Natasha’s wedding. Before gallivanting into the Central Park sunlight in her Jimmy Choos, CB dropped a quote that’s been on my mind for a while: "Maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed. Maybe they just need to run free ‘til they find someone just as wild to run with them.”
It's not easy being gay. The LGBT community has worked tirelessly to declare that sexual preference is not a "preference" at all and lean more toward a "I'm on the right track, baby, I was born this way" mantra. However, is it a winner-takes-all conclusion in the homosexuality debate? According to Sex and the City actress Cynthia Nixon, maybe there's more than one way to be gay. And ton of people are pissed off about it.
Many women dream to walk in the Manolo Blahnik Heels of Sex & The City Star, Carrie Bradshaw. She lives a fantasy life, along with her fantasy husband, in New York City. Almost every girl’s dream, right? But Carrie’s missing a few strings in the head when it comes to fashion choices.
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Of course I also have to respect SJP as a fashionista, because she is fearless, not afraid to mix different patterns, and is willing to embrace any aesthetic. She's always fun to watch, and I love that in a fashionista.
Picking the perfect film for a girl's night always comes down to how you want the party to go. Comforting a friend with a broken heart? Avoid the dramas and rom-coms. All the girls feeling stressed due to boys, bills, and work? I recommend a Disney classic. Feeling nostalgic? Anything 80s or anything that was released when we were in high school.
She’s an aspiration. You know you’ll never have her closet or her men or her friends who always seem to always have time to grab lunch with her despite their real jobs. She’s pure fiction, but I still love her. And now she’s going to be ruined.