Sex and the City, A Review

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While I was back home in December for the holidays, I decided I should probably conquer the Sex and the City monster. I had seen episodes here and there, and knew of its wild popularity, but never really knew the show personally.

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Let me tell you folks, Sex and the City gets real personal, real quick. How daring for a show in the 90s to portray women as sexual beings, so vividly and so in detail...I've never been more addicted to a show, aside from LOST. But the addiction does not stem from the, ahem, sex scenes. It comes from the well-crafted relationships between the girls, their lovers and everything in between. 

Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte and Miranda have the conversations that we all have, or at least think about, whether we are admitting it. And so, the characters become relatable and progressive at the same time. There is a sense of womanly strength radiating from the show--through the cool and daring fashion, to the sleek shots of the city to the mere thought that women can be single past 28, and by god, be happy! GASP!

Oh...and the men. I love Aidan. I love Big. I CAN'T CHOOSE. I LOVE THEM BOTH. AHHHH!

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Sex and the City will forever be one of my favorites. For its wit, for its philosophical ramblings, for its honesty and for its bravery in putting it all out there. Oh, and quite possibly the best theme song ever?

Thanks Ladies! 

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