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Final season or not, 'Sex and the City' already is irrelevant
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By Tanya Bricking
Advertiser Staff Writer
The final season of HBO's "Sex and the City" starts Sunday, and my girlfriends and I will get together to watch and raise our cosmopolitans to the end of an era.
The irreverent show about four thirtysomething friends in Manhattan gave my own circle of gal pals an excuse to fantasize about big-city single life and dish dirt on our own love lives.
Whether the episodes were liberated or light-hearted, shallow or self-absorbed, the show spoke to the things we talked about anyway: dating, biological clocks, careers, marriage, philandering boyfriends, and, well, sex.
My newspaper friends and I particularly identified with the main character, Carrie Bradshaw, the journalist who wrote the "Sex and the City" column. She was funny and could made ordering a pink drink look cool.
But we realized she was quickly going the way of passé last season, when her buddy Miranda became a single mom.
With a baby on board, the show was doomed before the sixth season.
This year, Carrie is supposed to date a writer. Her promiscuous pal Samantha is supposed to fall for a new neighbor. Repressed Charlotte is supposed to be disappointed when her guy refuses to marry a non-Jew. And mommy Miranda is supposed to deal with her relationship with the baby's father. I'm yawning already.
Watching this season will be kind of like going out on dates with a bad boyfriend. You know it won't last, yet you hang on a little longer before calling it splitsville.
It was more fun watching Carrie buy overpriced shoes and talk about toxic bachelors instead of toxic diapers.
Nothing against my girlfriends who have recently married or had babies. I expected you to grow up. It's just that I wanted my television version of the single-girl life to stay ageless a little longer.
It's no wonder talk about this season has turned to the show's retro look and hemlines instead of its worn-out story lines.
A couple seasons ago, I hosted a marathon "Sex and the City" party where my girlfriends and I lounged around and watched episode after episode.
Not anymore. I'm giving up on Carrie and the gang for giving me a reason to have the gals over for cocktails and girl talk.
I have a better excuse to continue the get-togethers. I'm starting a book club.
