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Back to annoy straight men and me are the Four Whores of the Apocalypse in their designer shoes, haunting a movie theater near you next Friday. The aging sluts/shopaholics go off to some Middle Eastern nation where they prance through the sand, sit around in fancy tents, and get captured by Al Qaeda. Can Big save them before they are beheaded? Should he save them?
Okay, so I made up the Al Qaeda stuff though it might have made for a more exciting film. Anyway, I'm not alone in my aversion to SATC, as displayed by this essay from the Telegraph.co.uk:
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/film/7746119/Sorry-sisters-but-I-hate-Sex-and-the-City.html
Now, I don't care whether or not it is properly feminist. I just wonder what so likable about these awful self-absorbed, materialistic flakes.
Okay, so I made up the Al Qaeda stuff though it might have made for a more exciting film. Anyway, I'm not alone in my aversion to SATC, as displayed by this essay from the Telegraph.co.uk:
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/film/7746119/Sorry-sisters-but-I-hate-Sex-and-the-City.html
Now, I don't care whether or not it is properly feminist. I just wonder what so likable about these awful self-absorbed, materialistic flakes.
