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Gratuitous Sex and the City II

Let me go on record by saying that I was and continue to be a HUGE fan of Sex and the City.  No other series has managed to uplift and inspire me as much as the four amazing characters in it; Charlotte York, Samantha Jones, Carrie Bradshaw and Miranda Hobbes. Heavens, I have the DVDs of seasons 1 – 6 PLUS the last movie.  So, you can imagine how I felt when I heard that there would be a sequel to SATC: The movie. THRILLED!!! 

Recently, I went to see what I thought was going to be a F-A-B-U-L-O-U-S movie with a few close friends. The gals and I were planning to make SATC II a total event, with Champagne and all.  Needless to say, after watching it, we were a bit disappointed. Honestly, I felt that SATC II fell extremely short.  Although it had some really funny segments and it was reminiscent of the original series, the writers should have left well enough alone with the last movie.  The original series was tied beautifully with a bow when it ended and I had wonderful closure with SATC I.  SATC II was just a poor attempt at giving us additional insight as to what happened to the characters lives after the wedding.  Don’t get me wrong, I love seeing my gals up on screen but in my opinion the characters didn’t evolve much and they cheapened poor Samantha with gratuitous sex. Trust me, I’m far from being a prude but honestly, Samantha was made to look like a common, middle aged slut instead of the classy, albeit oversexed, renaissance gal I fondly remember from the series.  In this movie, she was a hot-flashing, trying too hard, dog in heat.  I hate how they portrayed her.  Her role in the movie made me want to take a scalding hot shower and take off the grime I felt after watching it.  Perhaps a bit strong but its how I felt.  And as for the rest of the characters…let’s just say that their story lines were flat.  I never thought I’d say this but a special note to the SATC writers…ENOUGH ALREADY!! Don’t ruin it!!

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The End of My Affair with Jimmy Choo (Shoes)

Dear Choo: (You know you love it when I call you by your pet name)

The Husband is on to us.  I can no longer parade you around town or meet you in clandestine boutiques.  I no longer care how many incentives you throw my way.  The Husband is no longer buying into my “oh, this old thing?” routine.

You barely ever go on sale and let’s not discuss how you’re cutting into my slush fund.  Yes, I know that we looked good together.  You, on my feet, were all splendid and fabulous but I can’t afford to take you to all those lavish affairs anymore.  You’re high maintenance and require too many accoutrements.  It’s almost impossible to dress you down without looking like I tried too hard.  Your demands on my time and money are bordering on the absurd and frankly, my interest now lay in another, less costly, pair of designers.  

I know. Sigh.  My love for you has lasted over a decade but all delicious things must come to an end.  I’ve decided to start dating another name brand.   I only tell you because I don’t want you to see me around town, pairing up with another sexy set of stilettos without informing you first.  So, for now, I’m calling it quits.  No, no…I don’t need your new flyer to yet another flagship store.  You no longer hold the same allure for me.   When the economy improves, perhaps, mon ami, we can date again.  But, until then lover, back in the box you go.

xoxo,

Josie