shoes shoes shoes shoes shoes manolo's handbags blah blah blah isnt the sex rubbish after you get married oh look will she wont she, oh he has, he asked her to marry him but look, let's move out of our penthouse apartment why are we all still single in our forties neurotic, self obsessed harridans...

Perhaps I'm not in the target audience for Sex And The City. I just never got it. I mean, the history of successful TV Shows being turned into multiplex filling movies is a long one. From Dr. Who and the Daleks to Star Trek to the Simpsons, they just keep on doing it. Because we are, believe it or not, going to pay to see this stuff on the big screen. the same stuff we used to get for free. but look! The picture is BIGGER. The length is LONGER. and the Shoes are SHINIER! much SHINIER!

And why do we do this? because after seven years, and a hugely established market, there's one last dollar to be squeezed out of it. With a huge demographic spanning audience, Sex and The City will bring those 'once a year' cinema goers out. The women in their forties and fifties. Will Carrie finally get the man she loves? Why is the one who has married with kids got no sex life? Why are these women still single?

In many ways, the cast of Sex And the City are a perfect Microsm of the career women. They expect a idealistic ticklist of fantasy fulfiments for Mr. Perfect, expecting him to have lived ina hermetically sealed box with no life, no partners, no children, no history. Dream on, ladies. Dream on. This is the real world. We all have baggage - or history, if you like. We all have hang ups, We all have our neuroses.

That perfect guy you are waiting for? he's out there - RIGHT NOW - but I'll tell you what. This isn't the picture postcard fantasy, this is reality. That means he's tried dating women with impossible targets and aspirations, women who narrow down their dating pool by demanding such lofty targets as 'Must earn 50+k, must have own house, own business, no children,' to the point whereby the men who could love them , just simply don't exist.

But the man who doesn't fit your fickle, materialistic, dream world expectations, the man who would treat you like a princess and would love you forever, you would just discount and discard simply because he rents, not owns outright.

 Sex And the City is exactly the problem. the malaise. It teaches people that you are what you own, that you are a social nobody if you don't have the right pair of $600 shoes and the right handbag... it places materialistic gain and sucess above love and all reality. It teaches you to demand the impossible.

It is aspirational, shoe driven, fashion obsessed career porn wish fulfilment for unsucessful women who wish they could , nay WILL, live this way. Neurotic, self obsessed, diva's who complain when the sex is boring simply because Mr. Perfect won't invite another 12 men to the nymphomaniacs party. For gods sake, I've never felt so insulted.

Here you are women, growing old until your ovaries frost over, watching romantic comedies where she gets together with someone in act one, split up acrimoniously in act two when a venegful ex of his /old flame of hers/ or flying saucermen from mars arrive on the scene, and then they get back together in act three and realise who they really truly love and who they were destined to be with. In the meantime, throw in a dog mating with bed accessories, a public hair joke, and an awful lot of shoes - and two and a half hours later, you're left leaving the cinema feeling odd.

And because in those romantic comedies, you know that the men try to do everything right to win back the woman of their dreams. Instead, you're left here with a bunch of neurotic, self obsessed harridans who drown in a sea of endless pity simply because everythings gone wrong. oh look, the sea is just the wrong shade of pink... boo fucking hoo.

These men try to do right, only to get discarded and abandoned like a out of fashion handbag. these women, they aren't single because there's no good men.These women, they're single because they are just simply no good. There's millions of them out there - and they are THE demographic. Scouring dating sites for eligible men, then complaining men are no good simply because they won't accept your fucked up neuroses anymore than you would accept theirs, and then thinking that buying a pair of fucking expensive shoes is the answer.

I tell you what honey, if you love the shoes that much, just marry them instead. please. After all, you have spent over $40,000 dollars on shoes. Really? i spend $10 on mine. They do exactly the same job. So don't moan poorhouse to me when the penthouse apartment lease runs out and you can't afford anywhere else to live. I mean, they weren't exactly a good investment where they? You Oniomaniacs. (Trust me, look it up).

We live in a world of massive debt, where total credit card debt in the US is approximately 60 billion dollars, yet we cannot afford to school people. We cannot afford to have state health care. But we can afford Shoes. lots of shoes. me me me me me me.....

is it any wonder that over 40% of American households spend more than they earn? is it any wonder the credit crunch is here? But never worry. We can just retreat into the lives of these characters, and the reality goes away.... And in the real world, not everything can be solved by simply putting on expensive shoes, squealing like a bunch of hyena's suffering an oestregoen overdose, and then obsessing over Mr. perfect worrying if he'll leave the toilet seat up. You know something? We men, we're not perfect. neither are you. So stop demanding perfection, stop living in the fantasy world and get back into reality.

And i don't care what you think, this is career porn for unsucessful women who live a wish fulfilment lifestyle through proxy tv characters. . its about as sad as spending your life devoted to discussing chainmail on Lord of The Rings action figures. its a film so divorced from reality, a fantasy so bold and unrealistic you may as well expect Gollum to turn up. Which he eventually does, judging by the amount of plastic surgery here.

You are the generation that bought too many shoes, and you get what you deserve. Every last drop.

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