Let me be very clear on one point. I have absolutely no desire to see “Sex in the City 2.” In fact, I have even less desire than that. I have negative desire to see that movie.
I’ve seen a couple of episodes of the TV incarnation way back when. I opted to discontinue watching. If I wanted to watch shrill harpies complaining about their lives while acting way too young for their age, I’d watch daytime talk shows. They’re far more entertaining.
The Doctor loves this show, for reasons passing understanding. I think she envies the lifestyle, as fictional as it might be.
She’s organizing a night where she can go see the movie with all of her new female friends from the base. Because I have a Y chromosome, I’m not invited. I’m hurt. I would have loved to have tagged along. I could have sneaked out and seen Iron Man.
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