OK, I’m a girl. A girl that loves clothes and shoes and all that nonsense. Also, I adored Sex and the City when it was on HBO. Really. I know it made women look like aggressive, needy fashionistas, but as a brainless TV show? Not the worst. So naturally, when the first movie came out, I was not happy. I felt that it was all the audience needed to know about Carrie Bradshaw and her other lady pals, and that was that. Done and done. But no. No, you can’t say NO to Hollywood.
Yes, I saw the movie, but that’s beside the point. It ended fine. Carrie gets married. Charlotte has a baby. Whatever. End of story. Well, apparently not.
You know, ’cause every time *I* go to Saudi Arabia, I see my ex-boyfriend. HAPPENS ALL THE TIME.
I’m going to hate this movie. HATE.
But I’m not against Netflix-ing it.
