As I wandered near the site of New York City’s Sex and the City premiere yesterday, dodging small bands of women united by a common interest in over-accessorizing for daytime (and being in my way), I found myself compiling a list of people and things that owe much of their current popularity to said show:

Manolo Blahnik
The concept of brunch
Cosmopolitans
Clubs Bungalow 8 and Bed
Cupcakes
The Rabbit
The word fabulous
Retardedly over-thought outfits

Next on my list was “bitching about men”, and I stopped myself short. SATC, I’ll give you credit for the context (brunch, obvs) but you don’t get credit for this one. I should know, I’m a woman, and I’ve been gabbing about men since long before Sex was a twinkle in HBO’s eye.

I’ve been thinking about this phenomenon more recently, as romantic relationships take a more prominent and permanent place in the lives of my friends. Casual dating, serious dating, sleeping around, moving in together, some crazy folks getting married, yadda yadda yadda. Whatever the situation, women have a need (which sometimes borders on the obsessive and pathological) to compare notes and share war stories. Read More »

If you live in Manhattan, chances are you stumbled onto the set of the Sex and the City movie. They were everywhere this fall, prompting reporters, blogs, and crazy fan girls to speculate just what the plot of the feature would be.

Well, here’s our first look at what the ladies will be up to. Enjoy!

So, you’ve been single for a while. A long while. And it’s starting to get to you. Of course, you’re still a confident and amazing person. You’ve got friends, you’re friendly, you’re good looking, and smart to boot. You’re a cool person.

But for some reason, you just can’t nab a great guy.

It’s the weirdest thing. You go out to bars or clubs, get attention from dudes, have dated around and maybe even pulled out a condom or two, but none of these prospects turn into anything other than forgettable names or slight embarrassments.

Maybe you used to have a long term guy, or maybe you’ve never been in anything really serious, but either way, you’re now in your twenties and clinically single. It’s not the Sex in the City single, either. Those women never went through the 3, 4, 6 month dry spells some of us have been through. They spent maybe a week, two weeks tops, without a man, but the show could never go very long without Miranda or Samantha banging some dude they met at an ice cream parlor or incredibly fancy martini bar (this sort of thing doesn’t happen to the average New Yorker. At least not to me. The only people I meet in ice cream parlors are babies and their old nannies).

No matter how many girl-power chats you have with your friends, or self-date nights with a movie and Newman’s Own, you can’t seem to shake the feeling that something’s wrong with you. You have friends who are dating. You have friends who are getting married. You see ugly people together on the street all the time! What’s going on here? Read More »

Kids, the year is 2007. Lindsay’s doing blow on camera, Paris is going to jail and people are actually dying their own pubic hair. Personally, I know very few people who even keep their pubic hair anymore but this product from Betty Beauty is anything but ordinary.

According to the website, the founder was in Rome and saw a hairstylist slyly slip a bag of a little extra hair dye to a woman and whisper “Per sotto, per farli combaciare” which translates to “for the hair down there…to make it match.” After reading the story, I figured that this would appeal most to someone who might be going grey down there (mental image of the Sex and the City episode where Samantha dyes her pubes and they end up orange) so I decided to ask my mom about the product to get her thoughts.

Now mind you, my mother is a total hippie-at-heart (the woman only wears a bra from the hours of 9-5) and after being asked what she thought about the idea of women actually dying their pubic hair, she responded “eww, gross, WHO would do that?!” Read More »