“Sex In The City” is wack as FUCK. There- I said it. It’s like a weight has been lifted from my chest. For years, I’ve heard black folks rant and rave about Carrie Bradshaw and her bosom biddies ..oops buddies. I’ve listened to black women gush over their haute couture fashion, “witty” conversations and dizzy ass antics and I was completely left out of the loop. I had not seen ONE episode in all of the six years that it aired on HBO. However, I saw both movies. It was a girl’s night out. Don’t judge me!
Even Jigga was watching it with HIS girl. “Nigga What? Nigga Who?”
Anyway, I bit the bullet and I watched it. I could only stomach two seasons of it. It was WACK. Like wiggedy wiggedy wack…I tried. My nerves tried it. I was annoyed more than anything. So much dumb shit at the same damn time. I tried to like Samantha (the sexually free-spirited friend). How could I not? I’m all for doing what I want with whom I want but it was just so lame. None of this would EVER happen to my clique and me. We are mouthy and we clapback. Even our issues with men have swag. This wasn’t the alabaster version of “Girlfriends” (that was my shit). They were whiny with the flavor of seasonless fried chicken.
It strived to be what “Real Housewives of Atlanta” is and forever shall be. MESSY. I needed a shot of ratchet.
And for the bourgeois who may say that, “You don’t get it.”…. I do and it’s just not entertaining. I feel the same way about ” Seinfeld” and “Friends” so don’t feel bad. How “Sex In The City” made it for six years and 2 movies is fucking BEYOND me but what do I know? I DO know that I’d rather watch the only season of “Square Pegs” with Sarah Jessica Parker on repeat while drinking a kale, beet, watercress sandwich smoothie, wearing Uggs, yoga pants and soaking in a pumpkin spice latte bath before I watch that shit again. Y’all can have it.