I couldn't help but wonder...

I watched The Sex and the City film on DVD last night (£8 from Tescos, what a bargain) I had seen it at the pictures, so it was the second time I've watched it. I'm a Sex and the City geek. These people are real to me.

My main gripe was the Miranda /Steve storyline. By the end of the film when they had reconciled, she had come to terms with him shagging else where as she was too exhausted from being a working mum to "meet his needs". They were having energetic sex (and it you haven't seen and I've spoiled it for you, tough you've had ages to go see it) - and I couldn't help but wonder -what had changed? Miranda was still a working mum, where she had suddenly found all this extra energy? I thought that was the fairy tale ending rather than Carrie and Big getting married.

Still who watches SATC for believability? I love it. I love the way they are all loaded. That they say how busy they are but they have always got time to go out together. The weird clothes Carrie wears (which none of the other characters ever comment on). Their fabulously big apartments. it is pure escapism. A fairy tale for people like me.

Me and High Heels.

Since I have been off work I have been staying up to watch Sex and the City. I like it for many reasons - its funny, its glamourous and (unlike Desperate Housewives) I believe in the friendship. I don't care that Sarah Jessica Parker and Kim Cattrall are supposed to hate each other. To me they are Carrie and Sammantha. I'm not interested in fashion, I tend to skip the fashion pages in magazines, but I think the fashion in the programme really works. It adds to the escapism of it - Carrie never did casual did she? And they always wore high heels.
Angela, my sister, wears heels at all times. I would buy high heels as "going out shoes"and sometimes even as work shoes. They were great shoes to look at and some were even comfortable but I could never get on with them. Last year it hit me. I don't like wearing high heels. They slow me down. I don't feel myself in them. So now I buy flatties or shoes with a slight heel. In fact shoes that Angela would describe as flat. I've heard that to give up high heels is to let yourself go. Buttocks to that, I say.