'Sex and the City' cast: Not our fault

Hollywood MUST come to realize that there are plenty of stupid people out there ... they do equate boorish programs like this as reality. Now there's some other silly program (Gossip Girl, or something like that)..once again, narrowly focusing clueless peoples' minds that the only "in" people in New York are pretty, wealthy and Caucasian (and to "blazes" with everyone else).
I wish Hollywood would LEAVE New York, and go film somewhere else (and YES I am born and raised in (pre-Giuliani) New York City.

Well, 70 years ago, we had the "He-Man Women-Haters Club" (the Little Rascals). Only fair that women get to makes horses' asses out of themselves.
And speaking of horses' asses, Sarah jessica Parker looks like she had one transplanted...to her face!

This is the problem with America. Why can't people just take the blame for their actions instead of blaming others?? If a tv show made you move to another location or if you shot someone because it was cool in a video game, then you need some serious phycological help that can't be found on this planet. If you can't think for yourself or if you can't raise your own kids to think for themself. Just do the earth a favor and help thin out population. As the ond saying goes..."There are no stupid question, only stupid people".

I see these types all the time in my neighborhood (Upper East Side). When a large group of them is approaching, I always say to my boyfriend "I think these girls have watched too much SATC". I am moving out of Manhattan at the end of the month and in many ways can't wait to do so.

Hard to believe that people watch "Skanks in the City" much less want to imitate it. I guess television has the power to create a mass delusion that these women are somehow "sexy" rather than pathetic.

I am stuck on an island 300 miles south southeast of Hawaii. How is this article at all relevant to me? Well, maybe because there is a redhead on both TV shows. Only, I want to have sex with the red head on my tv show.

Ut-oh, here comes the Skipper, gotta go.

Please. This is what inspired my blog Stuff Real New Yorkers Like (http://stuffrealnewyorkerslike.wordpress.com/ )

Silly shows like this one have robbed this city of its character. Everyone I know is talking about moving away, something we never would have done 20 years ago.

Fed up wrote:

I see these types all the time in my neighborhood (Upper East Side). When a large group of them is approaching, I always say to my boyfriend "I think these girls have watched too much SATC". I am moving out of Manhattan at the end of the month and in many ways can't wait to do so.

Why you hatin'?

DrinkMoreHaterade wrote:

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Why you hatin'?

I'm hardly "hatin'", but these sorority types are extremely annoying. Here's why: they are usually wasted, falling out of their high heels, and causing a loud disturbance while getting in the way of people who are actually going places. Is that reason enough to think they're ridiculous?

I'm in computer repair and I end up in the apartments of so many of these SATC-inspired girls. They're all exactly the same and I mean IDENTICAL. They have the same apartments, the same clothes, the same hair, the same shallow sounding way of speaking, the same decor, the same pictures on their walls, the same toiletries in their bathrooms, the same furniture and not surprisingly, they almost all have a Sex and the City DVD box-set in pride of place near the TV.

They all want to live in doorman buildings, so they end up in the blandest Rockrose hi-rises and squeeze 3 into a 1 bedroom apartment - so their living room is almost always tiny due to a false wall which blocks out any natural light. That's good for them because god-forbid there be a **** of daylight on the screen when they're taking a sickie off work to watch their favorite SATC episode over and over. There's always some yappy little designer dog running around the room when I'm trying to work and it usually pees on the floor which they immediately wipe up with a "oh you!" without making any attempt to discipline the pooch. The dog's nothing more than a fashion accessory anyway - something to hold in one hand as they flag down a cab with the other.

What irritates me most about these dames - and they ALL do this - is that when you tell them a joke they don't laugh, they just say "that's SO funny!". They can't afford to crease their face up - risk of wrinkles forming.

Open their refrigerators and they're totally empty apart from a bottle of Evian and one of those girly protein bars - "Luna" or "Pria".

Oh and did I mention the Suze Orman book on the coffee table? "The Money Book For Young, Shallow Girls Who Staggered Starry Eyed Into New York Without Any Thought Of What They Were Going To Do When They Got Here".

It never gets opened.

Personally, I think that it's a good thing to emulate the characters from TV shows...especially Sex and the City.

What better way to live your life than to be neurotic, self centered, materialistic, cut throat ambitious and more promiscuous than a $2 wh0 re?

You go, girls!

Observant wrote:

I'm in computer repair and I end up in the apartments of so many of these SATC-inspired girls. They're all exactly the same and I mean IDENTICAL. They have the same apartments, the same clothes, the same hair, the same shallow sounding way of speaking, the same decor, the same pictures on their walls, the same toiletries in their bathrooms, the same furniture and not surprisingly, they almost all have a Sex and the City DVD box-set in pride of place near the TV.
They all want to live in doorman buildings, so they end up in the blandest Rockrose hi-rises and squeeze 3 into a 1 bedroom apartment - so their living room is almost always tiny due to a false wall which blocks out any natural light. That's good for them because god-forbid there be a **** of daylight on the screen when they're taking a sickie off work to watch their favorite SATC episode over and over. There's always some yappy little designer dog running around the room when I'm trying to work and it usually pees on the floor which they immediately wipe up with a "oh you!" without making any attempt to discipline the pooch. The dog's nothing more than a fashion accessory anyway - something to hold in one hand as they flag down a cab with the other.
What irritates me most about these dames - and they ALL do this - is that when you tell them a joke they don't laugh, they just say "that's SO funny!". They can't afford to crease their face up - risk of wrinkles forming.
Open their refrigerators and they're totally empty apart from a bottle of Evian and one of those girly protein bars - "Luna" or "Pria".
Oh and did I mention the Suze Orman book on the coffee table? "The Money Book For Young, Shallow Girls Who Staggered Starry Eyed Into New York Without Any Thought Of What They Were Going To Do When They Got Here".
It never gets opened.

I know exactly what you mean. I live in Manhattan but there is one thing that you over look: We ALL wear uniforms and we ALL conform to some fashion in one way or another.

The sad part of this trend is that these girls (and I do mean girls, not women) do not realize that guys find this to be a total bore.

The characters from SATC aren't sexy, attractive, fun nor interesting.

Ladies, if any of you read this post, please do know this. We guys do NOT find Carrie nor any of the other stereotype characters appealing. Try being yourselves for a week or two and see what happens.

These comments bring tears to my proverbial eye sockets. NYers are still here, blunt and incisive as ever. Hangon, when the bubble bursts some semblance of balance/sanity will return. You can only run from reality for so long.

you guys are all d-bags.
peace.

Observant wrote:

I'm in computer repair and I end up in the apartments of so many of these SATC-inspired girls. They're all exactly the same and I mean IDENTICAL. They have the same apartments, the same clothes, the same hair, the same shallow sounding way of speaking, the same decor, the same pictures on their walls, the same toiletries in their bathrooms, the same furniture and not surprisingly, they almost all have a Sex and the City DVD box-set in pride of place near the TV.
They all want to live in doorman buildings, so they end up in the blandest Rockrose hi-rises and squeeze 3 into a 1 bedroom apartment - so their living room is almost always tiny due to a false wall which blocks out any natural light. That's good for them because god-forbid there be a **** of daylight on the screen when they're taking a sickie off work to watch their favorite SATC episode over and over. There's always some yappy little designer dog running around the room when I'm trying to work and it usually pees on the floor which they immediately wipe up with a "oh you!" without making any attempt to discipline the pooch. The dog's nothing more than a fashion accessory anyway - something to hold in one hand as they flag down a cab with the other.
What irritates me most about these dames - and they ALL do this - is that when you tell them a joke they don't laugh, they just say "that's SO funny!". They can't afford to crease their face up - risk of wrinkles forming.
Open their refrigerators and they're totally empty apart from a bottle of Evian and one of those girly protein bars - "Luna" or "Pria".
Oh and did I mention the Suze Orman book on the coffee table? "The Money Book For Young, Shallow Girls Who Staggered Starry Eyed Into New York Without Any Thought Of What They Were Going To Do When They Got Here".
It never gets opened.

Wow. That was GREAT!