Tuesday, September 30, 2014

i couldn't help but wonder

in a state of boredom and block i ended up re-watching seasons 3-7 of sex and the city this month. it's a poorly written show, but also a really good show. infinitely better than petty and privileged Girls, i would argue. possibly because SATC doesn't purport to be otherwise; like Samantha Jones, it is unapologetic. the women, while superficial, juvenile, sometimes aimless, and always fallible, are much more likable and relatable, more so now that i've entered thirties-dom. also now that i'm craving nyc desperately and romanticizing its chaos, rather than struggling to carry my groceries up to a fifth floor walk up apt. i've had one scene running through my head, this one, for no real reason other than that it feels so perfect and genuine.