I’m going to admit something now. It’s not too bad I don’t think, but there is an outside chance I’ll be labelled a “wussy frilly-dress-wearing girl”. Or something. Here goes…
I quite like watching “Sex and the City”.
I realise that this risks me demeaning my entire gender, but I think it’s generally quite well-written, and the characters make me laugh (especially Stanford). I find Carrie’s outfits hilarious, and Samantha always makes me think of my ex-housemate (who had a more-than-unhealthy interest in Kim Cattrell).
Trouble is, I get sucked in far too easily. It’s all very vacuous, very la-la-la whatever, but then suddenly, I realise how the characters are making exactly the same mistakes I do. I also realise, by the way, that this is precisely what the producers intended.
There was an episode in the last series that guest-starred David Duchovny as Carrie’s old flame from her high school days. You should realise, by the way, that I am this character. More than a bit geeky, not exactly great with women, but mildly witty. Perhaps. Maybe I’m flattering myself there. Okay, more than a bit geeky, not exactly great with women, and sarcastic to the point of absurdity.
In the episode him and Carrie are considering getting back together and trying again, when he says he has something important he has to tell her about himself. He goes on to explain that he’s been suffering from mental illness and is taking time off work to try and deal with things. Now, this isn’t very like me, (although I do wonder sometimes) but the next line he said really stuck in my head, and I can’t get it out.
He said, “I’m just trying to work out why some things seem to be so much harder for me than for other people“.
I know exactly how he feels.