Sex in the City

I think this series, and subsequent movie (NOT The second one) has potentially ruined relationships for women.

I’m Netflixing tonight.

Every man is really hot. Even the jerks have redeemable and overlook-able bad qualities. Sex is always amazing … and when it isn’t… it is repairable. Clothes are always amazing. And we are always searching for love. Happy endings always happen.

Now don’t get me wrong. I love the show. It is iconic. But it set us up.

Every person isn’t “hot”. There are some decidedly un-hot people out there.

There are absolutely unredeemable qualities. And there are actions you should never overlook.

Sex is not always amazing and sometimes it is not able to be fixed.

Ok… clothes can be amazing and living ones own personal style is wonderful. But clothes are expensive and ya can’t always find stuff you like. And then there are the days that you actually consider going to 7-11 in your PJs.

Yes many women are searching for love. But maybe they shouldn’t be. I know I don’t want to be. I want to be searching for self-love. Not love of someone else for me. That word still gives me hives.

Happy endings are not guaranteed. Period.

My favorite character is Samantha. Not because she gets sex all the time but because, of all the women she is the one that knows exactly what she wants and goes after it. Boldly. Passionately. Fiercely. Her self-worth is based on her. Not on someone else. She isn’t lonely because she is alone. She finds ways to enjoy herself.

Samantha has her flaws. And I like that too. She is vain and materialistic. But she owns that too.

Just a little pop psychology for a Sunday night.