Hmmmmm.....

It's Thursday night, 11:28 pm, and I just came in after walking past Socialista, the latest scourge on the West Village.  I think we can officially declare "it's over" cuz there aren't too many people there, and if a new club isn't busy on a Thursday night, it's not long for this world.  Maybe there is a God after all?

Latest conundrum: I love Sex & the City, but I hate Sex & the City. I've seen the blurbs about it on gawker.com and I wonder if I'll actually go to see the movie, or if I'll just wait for Netflix so I can watch it in secret, like the guilty pleasure it will probably be.  But here's the thing:

Now that there has been several years' worth of women running around my neighborhood acting like they're Carrie Bradshaw, when I actually see SJP as Carrie Bradshaw in the on-set pictures for the upcoming movie, I think she looks like a parody of a parody of herself.  You can't picture Carrie Bradshaw like she was during the TV series, because now we have to see her through the filter of a few years' distance, and it just ain't workin' fer me.  Six years ago, when I watched Carrie Bradshaw on HBO every Sunday night, I saw a really cool person. Now when I look at Carrie Bradshaw, all I see is a freak who's trying way too hard.  And that really sucks.