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Year after year, my girlfriends were my salvation.”—Carrie Bradshaw

~~What makes “Sex and the City” so satisfying, so successful?  Well, I’ve been pondering this phenomenon since yesterday.  Sure the Jimmy Choos, Manolo Blahniks, and Dolce & Gabbana’s are to freaking die for.  Yeah, the idea of frequenting the Manhattan clubs, sipping crimson cosmopolitans on oversized velvet sofas is alluring. And let’s not forget meeting up with the likes of Mikhail Baryshnikov, Jon Bon Jovi, and Jason Lewis…  Ohhhh, and how about the infamous, elder, handsome as hell, Mr. Big?  I don’t know about you, but I don’t see guys like that hanging out in the clubs.  

Would you please excuse me while I shove my head in the toilet cause my life will never be like this except in my dreams


 It’s so bloody delicious; so damn spicy, saucy, sensual; yeah, it’s all so unrealistic, babe.  The thing is; I can’t get enough. And it’s not about the sex (although there’s a lot), and the Choos’ (Carrie’s Manolo’s are on my birthday list) and the Baryshnikovs’ (he’s on it, too). No. It’s the relationships between the four women that makes “Sex and the City” HOT to Trot.  Without Carrie, Charlotte, Samantha, and Miranda on the screen like our own personal girlfriends, this sensational series would have gone boom-boom-boom a long time ago like a bad Black Eyed Peas song, like the dreadful Lip-Stick Jungle). It’s the extra ingredient of friendship that gives “Sex” that Oomph, that Umph, that foreplay before the orgasm.

The women love one another unconditionally; they listen to one another intensely.  I adore when they meet at the end of the day in the little café…all four girlfriends discussing their lives, loves, dreams, fears, men, sex, well, you get the picture.  “Sex and the City” was not a flash in the pan, some idiotic-trashy-Jackie Collins folly.  As it turned out, “Sex” was filled with depth and dripped with delectable dialogue, besides.

Carrie:  When it comes to relationships, maybe we’re all in glass houses, and shouldn’t throw stones. Because you can never really know. Some people are settling down, some are settling and some people refuse to settle for anything less. Than butterflies…

You see, it’s not about the Sex, although we want it, need it, require it.  It’s not about strutting down 5th Avenue in our bitch red Choos, Chanel bags, and our Vera Wangs. And it’s not even about sipping, oh-so-delicately, our pink Comos while Baryshnikov grazes his luscious lips over the back of our necks.


It’s about Carrie, Charlotte, Samantha, and Miranda.  The connection they have together; the lives they share, the secrets they confess.  Because, honey, when all of the superficial stuff has disappeared and dissolved into nothingness; they will still be loving one another in New York City.

There is something so richly comforting about that.

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    Barbara Barth
    November 22, 2010 at 11:51 pm

    Love this site Kim! And of course, the friendship with the Sex In The City Girls is the reason we love the show!

    I did go to a Martini bar over the weekend, while visiting in Bloomington, Indiana, with the girls. Felt like I was living high as we toasted each other. A rare moment for me away from six dogs.

    You have a truly amazing site here, but what else would one expect from an amazing gal like you. Hugs, Barbara

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    Tori Delongis
    December 3, 2010 at 6:16 pm

    This sort of thing needs to happen! Get motivated and get pissed off. Generally this will allow you to take the inititive to make things happen.

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    family of origin therapy
    December 17, 2010 at 8:11 pm

    Greetings, thanks for posting this. I appreciate your point of view.

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