If I see this picture one more time, I am going boycott 40-something cosmopolitan hipster women and ’90s broad shouldered power suits cinched with a wide belt.
That’s blasphemy!
Okay, I am not really tired of the Sex and the City movie. I am just one Carrie Bradshaw pun away from being totally exhausted of the movie.
I swear, everywhere I look, there’s something shamelessly promoting the movie. I mean, c’mon, people are going to watch this damn movie no matter how good/bad it is. In San Francisco alone, there is a screening almost everyday until Friday for the movie. People are going to know every single thing about the movie before it comes about because the blogosphere is going to regurgitate with spoilers.
And then there’s those emails I get at work…all these PR agencies promoting things like “Sex and the City” yoga mats, really lame “Sex and the City” purse knock-offs, the official Mercedes-Benz car of the movie, the official alcoholic (Skyy Vodka) and non-alcoholic (Vitamin Water) beverages of the quartet of ladies – I even got an email trying to convince me to write a story about having your own personal assistant, in reference to Carrie Bradshaw’s new assistant in the movie played by Jennifer Hudson.
Who the fuck am I kidding? I am excited for the movie.
- Excited
- Fascinated
- Amused
- Bored
- Sad
- Angry
