A few months ago, Chartroose from Bloody Hell, it’s a Book Barrage! came out of hibernation long enough to triple dog dare a few of her blogging buddies to a horrible dare.
How she knew it would be torturous for me to watch Sex & the City, I have no idea. But that’s what she dared me to do: watch the first season of Sex & the City.
Fortunately, I had a friend who was all, I’ll do that with you! I jumped at that chance since she has a new baby, so I could sandwich terrible episodes of Sex & the City between hanging with my friend and holding le bebe.
Seriously, who enjoys Sex & the City? Is it the crassness that’s so great?
Is it the anorexic-ly thin Carrie Bradshaw?
Is it how truly unattractive Sarah Jessica Parker is?
Is it the fact that Carrie is a complete whackjob, and she and all her friends go through guys like it’s impossible to get sexually transmitted diseases?
Is it the fact that Carrie practically chain smokes?
Is it the fact that they all come off as pathetic and sad (except for Charlotte — I do like her) as they hump their way through New York City men?
Is it the fact that Carrie doesn’t know how to use a bra, so we are always having to see her nipples?
What is so great about this show? Please explain this to me, because I obviously don’t get it.