Greetings fellow bloglodytes from around the world,
including Venezuela and The Philippines. I am the mysterious Mr. Ford and will
first need to set the record straight. All stories about me in this blog up to
date are all heavily exaggerated for entertainment value. I am actually
super smart, funny, responsible, nice-smelling and cool. However, the picture
of me eating chicken wings with sauce all over my face is 100% legitimate.
When she isn’t crouching or hiding, our favourite ginger is
often watching one of her favourite shows, Sex and the City.
Since I
spend a lot of time with her, I am subjected to watching the show with her. I’d
like to think that I’m part of a large group of men that have to put up with
Carrie, Samantha, Miranda and Charlotte. Of course, I could be wrong and
will get weird looks in the locker room at the gym from now on but when I’m
sitting there watching SATC with the wife, I think of all of the other guys
being subjected to the same treatment and don’t feel so bad. For the guys
out there, it’s like when you’re at Victoria’s Secret and you see another guy
standing beside a fitting room, also holding a purse, and you give them a nod
of sympathy as if to say “Good job, soldier. We’re in this together.”
Now, at first, I was pretty opposed to the idea of watching
such a dumb, girly show and put up a pretty big fight for the remote. Over
time, the fight became a civilized protest, which slowly became a disapproving
groan, which eventually became a question about whether the episode was before,
during or after Charlotte’s marriage to Trey McDougal.
Since I used to complain a lot about watching Sex and the
City, the wife LOVES to point out any moment when I appear to be enjoying the
show or if I fail to stifle a laugh. I’m only human! Even
Sarah-Jessica Parker is funny sometimes even if you need to sit through a
day-long SATC marathon on Cosmo TV.
Considering the name of the show, there are maybe one or two
instances of sex in each episode, if that. False advertising? I’m
getting a whole lot more “City” than “Sex”.
This show also seems to
follow the same pattern that most shows fall into. The main characters aren’t
devastatingly good looking but every week they have guys tripping over one another
to talk to them and possibly bring the episode rating to 18+. The weirdest
thing is that it actually works a lot of the time!!! These are adult, human
females and they’re agreeing to have sex with adult, human males. Sorry,
HBO, but you’ve lost me with your bizarre fantasies. That’s just not how
things go down.
There are a few reality shows on Playboy TV where they get a
few guys and a few girls together in a house with the goal of them having sex
in some form or another and even then it doesn’t happen most of the time. The
realest part of SATC is when the 4 middle-aged women go out to lunch and
discuss their fears of dying alone and not being able to find a good man in New
York because the good ones are either married or gay.
