In my New Year hangover state, the only available option was to watch crap TV and wallow in self pity. This year, RTE offered up Sex and the City 2.
Now, I was a big fan of SATC when I was growing up. I didn’t catch it when the series first came out, mostly because I was six and my bed time was half eight. I liked the first film, and when I heard reports that the second film wasn’t up to par I decided to avoid it for as long as possible.
I wish I was still avoiding it.
Miranda’s enthusiasm at quitting her job
Jesus woman, we’re in a recession. Never quit your job on a whim, these days job security is everything.
Carrie getting pissed off with Big for buying a flat screen TV for their anniversary
Yes, she’s more of a jewellery woman (as she so bluntly reminded him), but his reason for buying the telly was quite sweet. Also, flat screens are expensive. If someone wanted to buy me one, I wouldn’t be too disappointed.
The karaoke scene
Cats dying. Cats dying everywhere.
Big not wanting to go to the premiere
After a long day at the office, all I usually want to do is sit in my bed, watch TV (on my laptop, by the way, not on a flat screen TV) and eat Chinese food/pizza/something I didn’t cook. Definitely Team Big here.
The Oirish nanny
No one from Ireland has talked like that since. . . well, ever.
Samantha on the beach
It’s pretty much common knowledge that even showing skin in the Middle East is severely frowned upon. Really, what was she expecting to happen when she shifted yer man on the beach? Don’t even get me started on the public hip thrusting in the streets fiasco.