Sex And The City: The Movie – why?

Sex and the CityThere have been numerous pictures taken on the set of the new Sex & The City movie (SATC from hereon in).

There has been a lot of hype built up around the film already and it won’t be out for a good while yet.

Now, when SATC was showing in its prime it was one of the hottest TV shows going. Sure, it didn’t pull in the numbers of EastEnders or Corrie in the UK, but the specific 18-34 market was hooked.

I mean, two of my ex-workmates actually used to text each other while it was on to marvel at the outfits the cast members, and specifically Sarah Jessica Parker, wore.

We even had a phrase (possibly slightly uncharitable) to describe Ms Parker – “man-faced tit stand”.

But this was five years ago. The series kinda jumped the shark before it finished anyway. We’d lost interest in whether Carrie ended up with Mr Big. Samantha’s sexual antics had become waaaayyy too silly. Miranda never got any good storylines and Charlotte’s life was just ridiculous.

So do they really expect people (and specifically women) to be interested enough that they’ll want to see the movie?

Clearly, yes. But something tells me it’ll be a total train wreck. The series dealt with life for NY 30-something women – not only will the characters have moved on, but so have the actors.

I will happily eat a slice of humble pie, if it’s a roaring success, but I’m betting it will be pretty ropey.

Blog Action Day

Our local council has recently introduced kitchen waste recycling, which I was most pleased about.

This means we no longer have the excuse not to recycle the peelings, teabags, leftovers, etc, on the grounds that ‘it encourages worms’, as my dearly beloved has a nematode phobia.

The thing is, my street is a fairly neighbourly one. Many residents have lived here for years and most people are generally on nodding terms with each other.

So, why do some of them flatly refuse to recycle. I can understand why people don’t choose to stop their foreign holidays. I get why many eco-lightbulbs are reviled, because their glow is pretty rubbish. I just don’t know why recycling is still so difficult.

Yes, it’s up to big governments to push forward with reducing targets, but it’s also up us, the little person, the individual to do our bit.

The threat to the globe is real. And we all need to do something… NOW!

What a mug!

Been absent for a while, which is probably not a big deal to most people, but to those of you who do read regularly… the inspiration for this post is the fact that I was attacked by a group of teenagers on the way home from the station late on Thursday night.

Fortunately, a cabbie was driving past as the assault happened and he scared the little buggers away and I got away with all my accoutrements and merely a minor trout pout for their troubles.

Afterwards, though, when I was thinking about how to describe the incident, I started thinking about exactly what words to use.

Was I mugged? Assaulted? Attacked? Assailed? All of the above?

And were the offenders a group of kids? A gang of kids? Five kids? Some kids?

I know this is all semantics, but the words you use to describe such an event inevitably shape the way people process what happened.

To be honest, I don’t really know the answer myself, suffice to say, some irritating little shits decided I was an easy target.