I am sooooo tired of all the press about this movie. "Does she or doesn't she? Ooohhhhh..." All the different articles about Carrie marrying Mr. Big, as if this show was ever relevant to anyone outside of Manhattan.
Let's not forget all the references to Carrie Bradshaw being a style icon and i have to say, that really makes want to gag on my cosmo. (I'd like to throw her on What Not To Wear. Clinton and Stacy would rip her a new one.) Was anyone paying attention to her clothes? Really? Are you sure? Because I'm pretty sure that half the shit she wore either didn't match or wasn't flattering to her figure or was just plain fucking ugly. Seriously. Sarah J.P. has a place in my heart because we have the same nappy-ass frizzball hair that takes hours of taming with a whip and chair to get it to settle down. But I'm not claiming any of these outfits.
I would also like to point out that i think this show is responsible for middle class women thinking they should own Manolos and the Hermes Berkin Bag. If Richard Branson asked me to marry him tomorrow(i'd say no, i don't like British accents) with the only requirement being no pre-nup, i still would not spend five grand on a purse.
Oh and by the way, if you live at home with your mama but have five coach purses, guess what we call that where i'm from? Ghetto fabulous. No one's buying it, sweetheart. We all know you're broke ass can't afford that shit so stop trying to act like you're someone you aren't.
Back to the rant at hand- Charlotte- Whiner. Samantha- Old Skank/Hag. Miranda-the ugly one, or as we say in my circle, "the bulldog." (ask me about that later). Carrie-So far from being a real person, it makes me sad what they'll put on tv these days. But we hit an all time low years ago with a show about people eating sheep testes or swimming in pig's blood, so whatever.
Like, oh my god, they're talking about me and my friends cuz like, we're all pretty skanky too and we like to drink and party so i REALLY identify with this show.
i'm over it.
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