Well its time for the long-overdue rant about Sex and the City. Long-overdue as in, I saw my first episode over two years ago. And have been bitching about it ever since. Let's take a look at this show. Supposedly empowering, freeing, for the 21st-Century woman. It intends to paint a picture of freedom, independence, strength, power. The modern femininity, a new lense through which to view the female's role in society (at least urban society, anyway).

Now perhaps the writers and producers created and perpetuated this show with a sense of irony lost on its viewers (though certainly not on me- though don't you dare consider me a viewer!). But all I see from a supposedly empowering show is one in which those with the freedom to choose their fates freely and gladly embrace the fates and roles of most women before them. Women who are free from men choose sex and marriage, lament over failed relationships, and oogle the man sitting across the restaurant. They constantly talk about wardrobes and spend too much of their time and money shopping. They are completely high-maintenance, unproductive members of upper-class society.

Seen the one where Sarah-Jessica Parker's character (thank God I don't know her name) goes to the farm with her boyfriend, the long-haired toolbox cheeseball guy who was engaged to Kate Beckinsale in Serendipity? She can't stand dirt, doesn't know how to cook, and freaks out at the sight of any animals or insects. She powerfully chooses to go back to her life of heels shopping and eating out with her prissy friends.

I'm glad we have such a revolutionary view of women to lead us into the 21st-century.