sex is a pity

i love satc. LOVE. i was/am as addicted as every other female in... yes, i'll say it: the world. but today, as i thought about the upcoming movie version of my fave show, i started feeling slightly disappointed in carrie, miranda, charlotte, and samantha... were they really the strong, empowered, independent women we believed them to be? would society as we know it (and as they knew it, in modern-day manhatten) ever have allowed them to be?

unfortunately, i don't believe my ladies lived up to our expectations. actually, given the world and time we live in, i don't think they could have. when all was said and done, these fabulous, successful, seemingly independent women needed men to save them.

carrie ran to paris with a man when he asked her to, leaving her entire world, her whole life, everything she knew and was passionate about, behind. hey, i'm all for having new adventures, but this was petrovsky's fantasy, not carrie's. sure enough, almost as soon as she arrived in the city of love, babbling helplessly in french, her russian lover let her down.

so who would save carrie now? i wish she'd saved herself. why can't any hollywood movie or tv show end with a woman walking ALONE into the sunset? why can't women ever be depicted as perfectly content on their own, in their own skin, doing what they want to do, what they love to do, with no men in sight?

but carrie didn't - couldn't - save herself. i suppose, in a way, her girlfriends kinda sorta did. they did hold a meeting with big, at which time miranda uttered those now-famous words: "go get our girl."

so big flew to paris and saved our heroine. which, i suppose, makes him the hero. we've all seen and hear (and imagined) this ending before: the prince in shining armor rides in on his big, white airplane to save the damsel in distress. what a let down.

society won't allow a woman to be truly strong, empowered, and independent. not even carrie bradshaw. as someone today explained to me: it just doesn't sell.

(still... i can't wait!!!):