Sex and the City

Recently, I found a complete set of this series for $40.  With the summer heat, I thought "Why not?" and grabbed it.  I've been trying to *pace* myself, watching two episodes a day.  This ran from 1998-2004.  I already own the movie that followed up this series (and I like it so much, I've watched it many, many times!)

One of the things that always drew me to the series was the character Carrie, who writes a sex column in the newspaper.  Each episode is usually couched within Carrie's thoughts about relationships - usually based on her own experiences.  With topics like "can we still be friends with ex lovers?"  or the rivalry that can be found between "twenty-somethings and thirty-somethings:  friend or foe?"

Carrie and her friends are all very individual characters, different and yet the same in many ways - which is what we all have in our friendships!  They meet for coffee, for lunch, for drinks, and usually compare lovers, or diss men, and everything in between!   But between all the relationship mistakes, their bond remains strong - stronger than many of the relationships they fell in and out of.

This was originally shown on HBO and I think part of the draw was the outrageous talk, the openness of the characters to discuss all aspects of sex, even the ones that weren't being talked about.  Being sexually based episodes also could have been part of the draw as well.  One quote I found about this show was "Every relationship has an endless story to tell.”   And I think that's very true.  Also, within a relationship dynamic, I think we're each a little bit different as well.  Carrie's character was different with Mr. Big than it was with Aidan.

I recently watched the episode where Miranda had to make a list of past lovers (42) because she had an STD.  And that got me thinking.  I was raised in the 70s and it was all about "free love" back before I started having sex.  I was young my first time (16) and shudder to think of my granddaughter now being that age ...... but I don't measure up to Miranda's 42.  In fact, my number is a single digit. lol  Yeah, I'm not one of the Manhattan beauties, for sure!

**I started this post back in the summer, and didn't finish it, because it didn't seem to have any sort of ending.  As I'm adding to this now three months later, I'm in the midst of repeating the seasons and still can't find the ending appropriate for this post.

Maybe because relationships continue to evolve;
because there's never really an end,
just another chapter.

Which makes me wonder about the rest of the chapters of my own life. 
Now that I'm approaching 60,
I think the rest of my chapters will all be repeats of the previous one!