Saturday, June 10, 2006

Buxom, Botox Babes on the waterfront


Single and comfortable enough not to mingle.... is that possible? And so I would like this blog entry to start. But i have a slight nagging doubt that this is what a typical Carrie Bradshaw entry would look like.

The popularity of the series continues to stupefy me (besides the obvious gratuitous in-your-face sex). Four over-the-hill laylas recounting their weekly sexcapades with witty puns and "cunnin'linguism" (sorry, couldn’t resist that one myself). They would have probably slept with all the guys in New York between them. Four potential mensa candidates dumbing themselves to get laid. Been reading some glowing reviews of the series, and some "pun"-dits (aren't i clever?) proclaiming a new era in women liberation (eeks!!). Wonder what they would say; if they had to review a series about four middle age guys discussing the latest women they've bedded every week? Would they find that amusing?

The series is a far cry from reality. Women past their menopause seldom look like a (foxy!!) Sarah Jessica Parker. Add some cellulite to the same beauties, and there you have it- Unattractive women, single and desperate for love (Not exactly female liberation). Maybe that is the reason; the season is fun to watch. Indulgent fantasies for women, and plenty of sex for the guys.

Ok, enough of the gripe factory. I have just finished watching season 1 & 2. Season 2 ends with Mr. Big (the redoubtable ass) getting engaged to a French student leaving behind a very pensive (embittered??) Carrie. I guess we wouldn’t be seeing him a lot in season 3. For those not following the series, Mr. Big is an ex who breaks up with her after citing commitment issues only to get engaged to the next. This is the typical unrequited love angles that lead actors in Sitcoms have to put up with. Their relationship is reminiscent of another famous couple in sitcom history- our own "Ross and Rachel" of Friends.
Mr. Big-Carrie is the only love interest that kept me hooked so far, besides the usual weirdo sessions of Samantha. It still is taking time to get around to Miranda's androgynous tendencies. Surely, the least interesting of the lot, or wait, that has to be Ms Goody Little Shoes whose name I yet cant recall.

On a parallel note, HBO is airing the final season with all new characters and storylines. Though I’m not sure how the season would end, I bet the writers are gonna make Mr. Big crawl on his feet and beg Carrie to marry him. That would be feminism at its prime-time best.

Meanwhile back to where this critique started from, “Single and comfortable not to mingle. Is that possible?” A resounding YES on that quarter; the past few weeks have been hectic and I’m starting to settle in the new job. But more than that, I have started to settle in this new state, and that is where you are thinking and taking time out only for yourself. Spent the last weekend with long-thought-lost college buddies. A trip to Philippines is in the offing. Hope that dream materializes soon enough. This seems like the start of an interesting phase in Tarun Sheshraj’s life. Hmmm…..Sex-y and (the) witty?!!! (I wish!)

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