Sex in the City

In my strange odessey of falling asleep from fatigue during the day, I am compounded by insomnia after 10 PM. I have remedied this by watching reruns on the WB of Sex in the City. Like many HBO shows, I watch this with equal parts disgust and intrigue.
There are parts of Carrie Bradshaw and her friends I can actually relate to. Don’t get me wrong, I am not going to play that game “sooo many women across America” claimed: “Oh Carrie is just like me and my friends. We act and talk just like that!” Baloney. Women who smoke and eat out every meal (having bacon and eggs every morning) do not have bodies like Sarah Jessica Parker. Women who are that promiscuous have venereal diseases, they have children out of wedlock, and are depressed from all the drama their life brings with worthless men…the list goes on. Also, even in my “pre-Catholic” days (we’ll leave it at that), I never sat around a table eating and at the same time chit chatted about how much I enjoy anal or oral sex. Women don’t talk like that, unless of course things have changed greatly in my years since I started practicing my faith. Women spend more time wondering things like if this time it means he is going to commit. Actually, I have to revise that a bit, because when I went back to school last summer, I heard a lot of details sitting with recent high school grads over coffee than I would have liked that left me a bit slack jawed.
But like I said, there are things I can relate to with Carrie, which in essence is what makes the show successful at all. I understand her hurt feelings with the way Mr. Big treats her, and I understand why she falls for him repeatedly-to an extent, but moreso if she were 20 as opposed to 38. But yesterday I put my finger on what bothers me most despite understanding her. Here we have what seems to be four intelligent women: a writer, a lawyer, a succesful PR agent, and an art expert. But in the name of independant, intelligent women, they have stepped so far backwards in the evolutionary (for lack of a better term) ladder. They are intelligent, but have stopped thinking for themselves in their heads, but simply react with their hormones. On the surface it doesn’t seem that they are that stupid because they are free-thinkers not chained to any preconceived outdated notions of relationships, but their actions never make them happy.
Their line of thinking makes me very sad. The feminist movement has taught women to sell themselves short. Becoming wives, having men commit to you, and having children has become slavery compared to having one night stands. Anyone who has had a one night stand I am sure feels a hole in their heart and would rather have a dress and a ring. Maybe I’m wrong, I don’t know. Glamorizing this lifetyle really is not a step in the right direction for women. Why do people persist in this fantasy?
“It takes three to make love, not two: you, your spouse, and God. Without God people only succeed in bringing out the worst in one another.”
~Fulton Sheen
HT to Mary Kay for the quote.