In praise of Sex and the City reruns

It's always on . Sex and the City reruns are my friend. After a hard day , I come home to an empty house
( my partner works evenings ) . And there it is on the Cosmo Network. The shows I have seen over and over again.
Carrie, Miranda, Samantha and Charlotte. My old buddies. I'd like to think I am and unique amalgamation of all four.
They have been with me since the olden days when I was single. When I met my partner we watched it together. The show is now considered retro: the last episode aired in 2004. But it is still relevant. It was so ahead of its time that it hardly seems dated. In fact, it is dated only by the massive cell phones and payphones the characters use.
The fashions are still in style, that's how fashion forward Patricia Field's creations were.
And the plots are timeless; the hilarious differences between men and women, marriage, divorce, affairs, impotence, sexual harassment, unemployment, pot, eating, older men, younger men, adoption, funerals, blind dates, weddings, body image, alcohol, adult education, menopause, menstruation, sex toys, yoga, classism, abortion, Alzheimers, pregnancy, retirement, trust funds, bills, friends that fail you, family that fails you, the list is endless.
I have yet to see its equivalent. Girls on HBO is wonderful.
But let us not forget: if it wasn't for Sex and the City there would be no Girls.

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