Sunday, May 01, 2005
Fugly
Ok, by the time this post is posted officially on cyber space, this is gonna be old old oooooold news but please, bear with me while i gripe. Thank you.
Raise your hands high in the air. Strike up the band. Sing our sweet voices and cheers to our tequilas for the bad, the guilty and the fugly en fant terrible of cable-tvdom, Sex and the City are finally off our airwaves!! But before i continue, let me also clarify that i was a fan, no doubt, of the much acclaimed sitcom, due to its frankness, its gliteratti, its fashion statements and of course, its obvious explicit content.
But i do digress.
Sex and the City was a conformist sitcom, through and through. But, due to its hot, gripping, intense and touching (puns intended, if any), the controversy was so obliviously embedded that it seemed oh-so-innocent to many, save for the much publicied influences it had on the female psyche on sex and male performance, which left many poor men cursing about the sitcoms existence and empowering influences on the 'fairer sex'.
However, the point i'm getting at is its no-so-pleasant influences the show had on it female audiences. I shall also not mention anything about racecars since something baad happened to some blog about being sued and all for posting some issue about racecars so i shall move on. But, a little teaser for you guys to ponder : of all the sexy foreign lovers Carrie and her gals had, how many Asian men were there? Hint : why didnt the ladies of SATC suffer from Yellow Fever? Are Asian men that bad lovers that they do not deserve to relish some on-air time about their, erm, exoticness? Anyway, that's besides the point. Point is, Carrie and her pooches, intentionally or unintentionally, have greatly revolutionised the girlfriend / friendship / soulsistas scene of recent times.
Fashion. Girl bonding sessions. Margaritas and metropolitans. Guys. Lunches. Clubbing -- the must-have elements of galfriend (note: GALfriend) circles of the 21st century. Or should i say, the post-SATC era. They are the new paragons of the perfect platonic girl-girl relationship. Without them, girlfriends are lets say,merely just plain ol' buddies. For some rather obvious few, they are already SATC-ing, clicking with each other like tap shoes on parquet (ok, bad analogy but anyway). Those with the coolest friends around town. Those with overt public displays of affection (hughugkisskisshowareyoudahling). Those with amazing dress sense and the most microscopic tubes. And those with potentially putrifying nicknames for each other (no offence). I bet there's even a retail outlet named after them, The $4.11 Shop. They throng the local clubs with not one, not two but an beavy of galfriends on their arms. They rule the dancefloor and every hot blooded male's undivided attention with their various erm, talents and attributes. And yet, they still manage to stay sober and prim the next day, meeting up for a cafe latte at the nearest bistro, with not an eyebag in sight or a hair out of place. I'm soo sweeping generalising this but, you get my point.
But, dear producers, have you ever considered about those of us who do not have a clique of galfriends to begin with? Besides forgetting about the Asians, the Rubenesque, the shoeless, the virgins, the sexless and the confused, you have obviously slashed the lone rangers right of the map of Coolville. Ok, most of you must have detected the underlying tone of bitterness in this post so i'll admit : I am under pressure to 'up' my ante as the ubercoolchicgalfriend due to that smart-alec of a show which is not entirely a bad thing, considering the amount of invitations to parties and clubs i'd get henceforth. Yea, yay. I'm sure there are many who would share the same dilemma of never reaaaaalllly having galfriends or never really had a clique to begin with. Yes, i sense your frustration.........galfriend.
As much as we would like to grow old, wrinkly and saggy with our girlfriends and still able to brag about what (or who) we did last night, not all of us will really get to the point of being THAT comfortable about being uncensored with our girlfriends. Not all of us will have that figure or spending power to wear a chi chi Chanel outfit. Not all of us will have galfriends. Heck, not all of us live in New York anyway. SATC might have ended its run on our local airwaves more than a year ago but its influence still rears its fugly head among us.
