Our Wonderful Crazy GirlsCharlotte, Miranda, Samantha and Carrie are now in London and only Carrie could wear such an impossible hat and make it seem wonderful.
After all, what the fuss about a movie that’s about Shoes, Sex and Stay out late? The answer could be that’s about American dream, more precisely about the Manhattan myth. It’s not about shoes, it’s about the confidence these women wear their shoes. So it is not a myth either, it is the spirit of a generation, people aged between 35 and 45; Manhattan carries the flag of this generation and Carrie Bradshaw is one the brands. Actually the flag is now in London.
This generation is of course different from the generation of, say, Betty Friedan. I don’t know the political affiliation of these girls (though I’d have some clues), but, were they Democrats, they’d vote for Obama rather than for the Mamma. This generation doesn’t fight the yesteryear’s wars any more. It is post-feminist rather than feminist, it’s post-sex-freedom (they know that males are stupid assholes, so what?), it’s even post-global (though I would have here a reserve: for someone living in Manhattan to act globally means to journey to Washington Heights, sometimes even just to cross the Broadway). However, in one size it’s the same as it was: the prince charmant is as always Mr. Big.