:me…in the city:

my love gave me one of the best Christmas gifts ever, and though it may sound silly, the complete Sex and the City series is one of my new treasures.

this show is funny, both literally and figuratively. it seems to cross generational, racial and even religious lines. the dialogue may be pun-tastic, but what woman doesn’t share 4 fictional gals’ love of shoes, friendship, men and good sex?

sure, the situations and characters are over the top exaggerations of your preppy prude, a neurotic writer, a type-A workaholic and the anti-commitment whore, but isn’t there a bit of us in all of them?

when it all comes down to it, don’t we all yearn for the bond of friendship?

maybe the show is masked by overt sexuality, but under the crass jokes and relationship banter lies the exquisite and complex beauty of being a woman. with each episode i watch, i become more entrenched in the belief that life simply cannot be done without those who make it more full.

the only down side of spending weeks watching the entire series in chronological order (despite having seen each episode more than once before) is when you realize that the only thing you really want is a couple people you can tell anything to…and they never judge you.

but, i digress. maybe trying to find some overarching theme in a fictional show about sex in new york is futile, or maybe there is something to it.

either way, i will keep on going believing in love and believing in friends.