This may just be my new favourite book, i haven't read it, I don't even own it and I think it might be in Italian (shit) so I'm not going to be completely obnoxious/unrealistic and tell you to go and bring it in from the cold shelving of an obscure book store (you cant just let any ol' vagabond in can you?) However, this playful but learned (it is learned already because I wish I wrote it thereby it meets my criteria?!) cultural critique is straight up my alley, sex + the greatest polemic on sex to ever grace the telly screen precisely because it is not just about Miranda and the sphincter guy, it's sooooo much more than that: it's gender, it's friendships and its clothes, lots and lots of silly clothes and it is this combination that makes it ripe for post doctoral waffling concern (you've got consumerism, gender, sexual politics, a primordial interest in fancifying our bodies and feet with things that look like they feel nice...sounds like a critical wet dream to me, one that carries over nicely into dinner party fodder) This presumably pretty book if ever made available in english could finally put to rest the evil surmising of SATC as inane fantasy/horrifying glorification of supposedly past it birds talking sex when they should apparently prepare to graze in a teepee with their meno-teas and organise save Tibet functions. All this from men who presume to know what they can not and women who clearly didn't get the memo on the frivolous part of being a woman (you know the part that balances out the bullshit, makes it more bearable) and would prefer to impress males with tales of a love for real cutting edge drama a la The Wire (how very non gender specific of you clappety clap for being above constructed gender lines and all that, maybe the boys will give you an extra dog biscuit for coming up with that cunning way to please all by yourself) It's about time we stopped being shamed for loving some of the indulgence that makes up a contingent of being a woman because even if unlike Carrie I, but a poor and sometimes high off e numbers freelance journalist, cannot afford those elusive red soles and fabulous dinners on a regular basis (or any basis other than an ill advised move into organ smuggling/money for marriage offers to my asylum seeking next door neighbours) I want to! i want it ! we all want it! Along with a fulfilling career, a vocation in life, world peace and a pony! and so fucking what?!
As Barbero puts it:
Carrie & co. reflect what has been defined the "third generation feminism" that is based upon the achievements obtained through their previous struggles but shows a more relaxed approach in many ways. The aggressive attitude that was typical of first generation feminism has gone, and a new, more spontaneous, at times even tender woman has made a comeback. What's wrong with that? Why can't we realize we must stop imposing models?
Read Barbero talk more about why SATC gives good philosophical face in a more lucid and classy fashion than myself:http://www.vogue.it/en/people-are-talking-about/that-s-too-much/2010/x/sex--the-city-and-philosophy