One day, my girlfriend was watching Sex and the City. She was
completely engrossed in it and she connected to the characters and their lives somehow.
All of us have heard of this sitcom but a few , may be, who are living under a
rock may not have a clue about it. I did not. I knew the name (add sex to the
name and it is unforgettable) but had never seen the show. I decided to sit
down with my girlfriend and see what the hullabaloo was all about. What was
this freaking show all about that women went crazy for it? what was this
freaking show all about that women take relationship advice and inspiration
from it?
Well, it is about four 30 something single women who
consider each other soul mates and men as nothing but a dildo to please them.
They are trying desperately to hang on to their youths which expired a decade
ago. They dress slutty and flaunt their sagging boobs and wrinkly knees. They
party everyday and are promiscuous as hell. The least attractive of them all,
the lawyer Miranda, has slept with 42 men and that is a tentative list. And the
most promiscuous of them all, Samantha, has had every dick in New York in her
and I am pretty sure is a walking case of every known STD to man. Then there is
this third one, Charlotte, who acts as a precious snowflake and oh so innocent
but is a slut nonetheless. Do not be fooled by her holier than thou demeanour.
Once a painter only had to tell her she was beautiful and she let him paint her
vagina and display it to the world. Real precious, I say! And then there is the
protagonist, Carrie Bradshaw, who makes a living as a journalist exploiting stories
of her friends’ sex escapades and is confused why Mr. Big does not want to
marry her. I mean what is wrong with her? she is only 35 and looks like a
horse? She has slept with god knows how many men? She is a slut and writes all
about it in a newspapers column? I wonder what’s wrong!
Let me tell you my friends, this one little funny enjoyable
harmless looking show has been one of the most harmful things to happen to
women of our generation. You do not believe me? Then ask the women what Carrie
Bradshaw means to them? She is an inspiration for women with her oh so
glamorous and perfect seeming life. She proves to women that you do not have to
be hitched at a young age to be happy. You do not need one man to be happy when
you can have so many. She proves to them that every day you can go happily to
sleep with a new man. And 30 years old? What has it got to do with your dating value?
30 is the new 20, etc, etc. Have fun, have sex because when you are forty years
old, there will be a great man , your Prince Charming waiting at the other end
with his limo and a rock.
Zoom in on those real
women who having taken inspiration from Carrie Bradshaw and group are heading into the same direction. They are
hitting the wall and have been with innumerable men. They suddenly realize that
their biological clock is ticking and want to settle down. Despite all their
education and empowerment, women have not learned much. And as a dog reverts to
its natural instincts despite all the training, so do women when it comes to choosing
a life partner. They want someone who is as educated or more educated, earning
as much or more. In short, they want a Mr. Big. But Mr. Big does not want them. They are so
confused because they did everything they thought men loved in a woman. They
did everything right. So where did they go wrong? I will tell you where you
went wrong. Because you, nimwits, herd animals with your impressive degrees and
high paying jobs could not figure one simple thing out. That Carrie Bradshaw is
a utopia that does not exist in real world. You are 30 and doing everything
expected of you by the media of a successful sexy woman and yet your life is a
hot mess.
Because real life is, well, real. You, women cannot sleep
like men and expect a pot of gold to wait for you at the other side of the
rainbow. It is the ugly truth. But who said truth is always a happy pill? You are 30+, you have already had a steep fall
down the dating ladder. And what do I hear? You are a feminist who believes men
and women are equal in all respects including fucking, you are further pushed
down the ladder. No man wants you. No quality man wants you. You are a 35 year
old slut; your Prince Charming does not want you because he has younger and
chaster options. Sadly, no matter what a whore a man is and how old he is, he
can always get a younger woman who has not opened her legs to every man who
wanted a tour.
Men are ,by nature ,territorial animals. Years of feminism
has tried hard to brainwash men out of this concept of territoriality but somehow
it stays, you know. A man of 40 who has been with a thousand women can still
find a loyal partner. But a woman who has been with many men and is beyond 30,
you are in for great disappointment. No Carrie Bradshaw moments with your
promiscuity and slutty clothes will help you fool a man to commit. Sexual
consent is your privilege while commitment is men’s. Take my advice if you want
to be happy. Those ugly fat old feminists with their sorry lives only want you
to join their ranks with nothing more than a dildo to stuff your vagina when
your skin is leathery and old. Take my advice and marry young. As you reach
your 20s find yourself a good man who is fool enough to give up his freedom to bear
your tantrums for the rest of his life and marry him. Be loyal to him, to that decent man. One day
please do not go eat, pray, love on him. And If you are not married or in a serious
relationship by 26, you have all the reasons to be worried sick.
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