oh, she may be weary/young girls, they do get weary

Episode One: anchors away

This is supposed to be the big “post-9/11” episode, where the healing of New York is dealt with in an unsappy way. Hence, Fleet Week.

The Miranda nursing scene involves some “very expensive” prosthetic boobs, says MPK. It’s kind of disturbing, but there’s a sweet moment when the baby looks up at her.

In fact, we see everyone’s tits in this episode, except for Carrie’s, because SJP won’t do nude scenes. (That was intended to be snide. She has every right to cover herself up, but it’s not fair that the other girls have to bare all. My teeth start grinding right now).

It took me a while to get the joke with Charlotte “new” York and Charlotte “old” York. MPK had to explain it.

When Carrie is at the Guggenheim and the wind is blowing, she does that hoarse little shriek like five times, and it’s really annoying. Yes, this is the beginning of me hating her.

They're not strangers. They're our new friends with pot.

Episode Seven: the post-it always sticks twice

Okay, I’m going to try to tread very lightly here. There’s this whole Sex and the City tour industry, and places that are featured on the show can kind of become NYC destinations for tourists from the “fly-over regions,” such as where I currently live and blog. MPK even said in one commentary that because the SATC girls went to Raw and didn’t like it, the raw food movement never caught on. Ass. But that’s a whole other can of worms.

The reason I bring this up is because of Bed (“If that last place was called Bed, this should be called Smell”). It’s a real club, and I know this because two fellow Texans I know have been there. One of them said it was really exclusive and you had to be selected to get inside. Oh, God, how do I say this without being a bitch?

If it was featured on a TV show, and probably owes it’s staying power to said TV show, then I really don’t think it’s a place where real New Yorkers are clamoring to get inside. I mean, Bed? A little gimmicky, don’t you think? And I love my friends and I think they are great, but I’m not a member of the “glitteratti” and neither are they. If two gals from Texas on their second trip to NYC are chosen to move beyond the velvet rope, then I’m tempted to say that the “exclusivity” is a facade, or is artificially created in order to skew the pussy ratio inside the club.

Oh, what am I saying? I’m just totally jealous that I’ve never been to Bed.

Miranda says she was wearing her skinny jeans the last time she smoked pot, which would have been in the 80s, but she smoked pot with Carrie and Samantha in Hot Child in the City.

“Carrie, don’t Bogart this split,” — awesome.

Are you gonna do a herkie now?

Episode Ten: boy, interrupted

Since I have a lot of quotes from this one, I’m pretty much going to let them do the talking.

Okay, he’s not my favorite single-episode boyfriend, but he’s the best match for Carrie. It’s David Duchovny, and he plays her high school sweetheart (“We were in a liplock for most of 1982”). The thing is, he’s committed himself to a “therapeutic community,” because he’s “trying to figure out why somethings are harder for me than they are for other people.”

Marcus used to be a hooker, Charlotte used to be a cheerleader and prom queen, and Samantha used to be British (not really). We do get a guest spot from Ginger Spice, looking crap-tastic as always.

Miranda gets courtside tickets to a charity basketball game, and while they’re gossiping in the stands, Charlotte gets it right when she says “I don’t think that these people know those people,” meaning gay men and Knicks fans.

“It was Friday night, it was the big game, and Miranda was jealous of a cheerleader.” The girl they’re talking about, “the blond one in the front,” is whore-iffic. She keeps sticking her tongue out. Then Miranda and Robert make out in the mail room and get busted, but it looks like they’re making out in front of their lockers (because of the high school theme).

Ha. No one knows Samantha has clients that go to the looney bin “because I’m good at my job.”

Stanford and that “little bitchy pine nut” Anthony hate each other, but they co-existed peacefully at Charlotte’s wedding earlier this season. Of course, Carrie and Stanford are crowned “Queen and Queen” of the GLBT prom, but then the voiceover does that “we forgot to mention NYC in this episode” thing and tacks it on to the very end: “Anything is possible; this is New York.”