Had to blog about this on my new fav site, Open Salon.com, which isn’t exactly a guilty pleasure so much as the future of journalism. Check out my post and spill your guilty pleasure so we never have to whisper about loving Twilight, John Mayer or Manga ever again.
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Okay, so make fun of me, call me backwards, the antithesis of a feminist (that would make my mom happy), etc. But I have HUGE news: There’s a Sex and the City sequel! Almost.
Not everyone will be happy about this. Overheard while watching the SATC trailer in a theatre last year in Vegas:
Eighteen-year-old-skank: “Ugh. Sex and the City? I’d rather watch titties.”
In a couple of years, honey, you’ll be eating your words. I did.
Samantha always reminded me of my mom–in looks only. And the way she articulates words. Ironically, it’s almost Dorothy(Wizard of Oz)esque.
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