Gamer, bookworm, feminist, TV geek, cinephile, math nerd, and level twenty-six dork. I write for a living. Not here, of course. This is just where I go when I am supposed to be somewhere else.
I grind through masterpieces, flavors of the week, The Next Big Thing, time wasters, and other cultural detritus so you don't have to.
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Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
I like Sex and the City. It’s got some problematic themes and I hate the way that grown-ass women like to proclaim that they are “totally a _____!” But I like it. I like the little moments of mundane familiarity amongst all the Grown Up Gilmore Talk, like when all the women are walking faster and faster until one finally goes, “Why are we walking so fast?”
I saw the first movie because I was lured into it under the pretense that it would be like the show. It was not. It was awful. Then the second movie came out and I avoided it, though I couldn’t imagine it being worse than the first movie without some reviewer, somewhere, mentioning that a single viewing of it was able to melt your eyeballs and make them run down your cheeks.
Then I rewatched the series and felt some perverse need to watch it gasp and choke to the very end, so I watched the second movie. It was offensive to women, men, Muslims, gays, lesbians, Arabs, children, humans, and the Irish. Also, Chris Noth’s age is starting to show; Mr. Big is starting to get the first hints of Old Man Chest. The dream is officially dead.