Do I Have to Watch of the SATC Movie Just Because I Don’t Have a Y Chromosome?
I sorta promised my roommate that I’d watch the SATC movie this weekend with her. Problem is, as the release date approaches, I really don’t want to watch SATC. I think the media coverage of the event has somehow sent me into SATC backlash mode. Sure, I liked the humor in the series (which I caught on DVDs that I borrowed in the Dane 3 dorms), but I really don’t care about spending 2 hours watching the movie equivalent of the September Vogue issue (you know the one that’s arm-breakingly heavy, at 900 pages, and contains nothing but fall fashion ads full of air-brushed models in tacky haute couture that only the wives of hedge fund managers and sheiks can afford). In terms of chick flicks, I wish that I could plunk down and watch Helen Hunt’s directorial debut instead. *Sigh*
As an aside, I may be reading Jezebel or watching Ugly Betty way too much. Three of my recent posts, including this one, are quite snarky towards Vogue.