Sex & The City in 2020
Happy Friday, ladies and gents! How’s your week been? I binged the entire season of Love Life on HBO MAX in one night and ate Chick-Fil-A alone in my car while on hold with the DMV. But enough about my crazy life, let’s get into the blog. Today, I wanted to talk about something near and dear to my heart.
As you may know, this blog’s name is a play on the very popular show, Sex & The City. Because I like to think of my blog as the Sex & The City for Millennials (and Gen Z). If you didn’t know this, sorry to break it to you, this isn’t a blog where I teach you how to sext. Also my mom reads this. What is sexting anyway? No idea. Haven’t heard of it.
So because I’ve been in quarantine, I naturally started rewatching the show that inspired everything. And you know what I realized? Now don’t get me wrong. Some of the show is still totally relevant… but some of it just really fucking isn’t.
Recently I watched an episode entirely dedicated to Modelizers. Is that an actual thing? Was it ever a thing? To be clear, in the show, ‘Modelizers’ is a term used for men that strictly sleep with and lust over models.
In fact, there was this one guy in the episode that secretly taped himself having sex with models as an ‘art project.’ I know. What’s even weirder is that this creep of a man showed Carrie and it didn’t end with her calling the police...Or even ending her friendship with him.
In fact, Carrie was eerily chill about the whole thing and the only time we saw any kind of concern on her part, was at the end when she warns her friend Samantha about the cameras before Samantha sleeps with him. Like… WHAT? I get it. Different time. But my god.
Anyway, because of stuff like that, I thought it would be fun to start a new series on here where I focus on one topic from Sex & The City and see how and if it applies to the dating world now.
Which topic am I discussing today? I’m glad you asked.
Today, we’re bringing it back to one of the first things that’s ever happened on the show. And that’s when Carrie meets Mr. Big for the first time in the very first episode. As you may remember, Carrie meets Mr. Big when they bump into each other on the street (literally) and he helps her pick up her condoms that fell.
That’s it. No introductions, nothing. After he helps out, she carries (HA, no pun intended but look at that) on her merry way. Later in the episode, we see Mr. Big again at a club and find out he’s the next ‘Donald Trump.’
Which, honestly, I don’t think there’s a description of a person that could turn me off more. But again, different time. Anyway, Carrie doesn’t talk to him at the club or at all that night... until the end, when she can’t catch a cab home and Big creepily pulls up in his car and honks at her.
Which, already, screams predator. But to make matters worse, he then rolls down his window and says, and I quote, “well get in for Christ’s sake.” AND SHE GETS RIGHT IN. LIKE SHE’S NEVER WATCHED THE NEWS. LIKE THERE WEREN’T 80 SERIAL KILLERS ON THE LOOSE AT THIS POINT IN TIME.
If this was another kind of show, like Law & Order SVU, Carrie would’ve been the girl who disappears in the very beginning of the episode. I mean, who just gets in like that? With a total stranger? When his only impression of you is that you carry a bunch of condoms in your purse? Come on Carrie.
But listen. Because this was a different time, and obviously people used to be less careful, I’ll say this scenario was probably more realistic in 1998. I guess. In 2020, you’d be an absolute idiot.
In my eyes, you’re a murderer until proven otherwise. Period.
Anyway, that’s all we have for today folks! Don’t get in the car with strangers, even if they’re rich.
xo
Renee