what would horseface do?
I never got into Sex and The City (or SATC as it's lovingly abbreviated to these days). I don't know why, I did watch a fair few episodes and the ones I did see were really well done and interesting.
Although I did find the cyclical nature of each episode centered around Carrie's laptop kinda repetitive.
It's just... I dunno, it just never held me like it did some other people.
Someone once said, and you guys have commented versions of this about the shows I like, that you have to relate to the people in the show in order to like it.
Personally I think that's true for the public - critics have no such right but that's another debate for another time - which is the reason why Eastenders is still top draw even after going up in smoke recently on more than one occasion.
I don't relate to anyone in SATC.
I don't think it's a trans thing, I think it's deeper than that. It's a bit too fantastic for my socialist taste, and I don't say that in a self-depreciating way either. I can't see how Carrie can afford her lifestyle with the job she does, or maybe I don't know enough of the story to comment about the 4 character's lives.
Or maybe my "girl-talk lunch" often considered of what ever I could inhale in 30 minutes flat dependent on who was in the staff room at the same time I was at any time ranging from 11.30 in the morning to 3 in the afternoon.
Kinda like Friends. Or Scrubs maybe. Work intrudes into the fantasy we see on the screen. Although Scrubs is very close to the truth there's about 75% more back-breaking work that goes into running a hospital than appears in that show.
So yeah, SATC, the sequel movie comes out at the end of the week and no doubt some of my friends will go and see it. I guess I can relate to the characters in the Firefly/Serenity universe more-so than the SATC one.
Kaylee is an example of 3rd generation feminism apparently, and I'm really rather down with that.
Gonna go now and watch Omega (1.12) in bed and try and sleep for what will be my final day over in Southmead tomorrow. Final day of elective vascular with PL, and final day with the guys and gals that I really bonded with over the course of my 5 months in the other hospital.
And I'm going to miss them. A LOT.
All good things I guess, all good things...
Although I did find the cyclical nature of each episode centered around Carrie's laptop kinda repetitive.
It's just... I dunno, it just never held me like it did some other people.
Someone once said, and you guys have commented versions of this about the shows I like, that you have to relate to the people in the show in order to like it.
Personally I think that's true for the public - critics have no such right but that's another debate for another time - which is the reason why Eastenders is still top draw even after going up in smoke recently on more than one occasion.
I don't relate to anyone in SATC.
I don't think it's a trans thing, I think it's deeper than that. It's a bit too fantastic for my socialist taste, and I don't say that in a self-depreciating way either. I can't see how Carrie can afford her lifestyle with the job she does, or maybe I don't know enough of the story to comment about the 4 character's lives.
Or maybe my "girl-talk lunch" often considered of what ever I could inhale in 30 minutes flat dependent on who was in the staff room at the same time I was at any time ranging from 11.30 in the morning to 3 in the afternoon.
Kinda like Friends. Or Scrubs maybe. Work intrudes into the fantasy we see on the screen. Although Scrubs is very close to the truth there's about 75% more back-breaking work that goes into running a hospital than appears in that show.
So yeah, SATC, the sequel movie comes out at the end of the week and no doubt some of my friends will go and see it. I guess I can relate to the characters in the Firefly/Serenity universe more-so than the SATC one.
Kaylee is an example of 3rd generation feminism apparently, and I'm really rather down with that.
Gonna go now and watch Omega (1.12) in bed and try and sleep for what will be my final day over in Southmead tomorrow. Final day of elective vascular with PL, and final day with the guys and gals that I really bonded with over the course of my 5 months in the other hospital.
And I'm going to miss them. A LOT.
All good things I guess, all good things...