“Front, back, who cares? A hole is a hole” – Samantha
MIRANDA gets all the best lines. Pondering the lack of available men in their thirties, she quips that “Guilliani had them removed along with the homeless”. She and Carrie are dating younger men, and the latter is trying to figure out how to spin this in a column. Having picked Miranda’s brain she treacherously dashes off to meet her toy boy, fobbing off her pal with a lie about lunch with her editor.
Fortunately there’s some girlfriend solidarity on display soon afterwards, when the gang convene in a taxi for crisis talks with Charlotte – despite Carrie having plans for drinks with Mr Big. Admittedly their advice about her anal sex quandary isn’t very useful, and she’s sent back to her beau in a tailspin rambling in a panic about how no-one marries “Mrs Up-The-Butt”.
With regard to Carrie’s personal antics, I again have to question her columnist credentials. She squeals at the sight of a tongue piercing and swoons as she spoons. She and Mr Big eventually arrange a date, but his weird angry friend ends up tagging along. After only four episodes this storyline is already quite boring. Carrie reckons Mr Big is like the New York Times crossword: tricky to figure out. But is there any point figuring him out? At least if you figure out an actual crossword you can be entered into a draw to win a dictionary. And (spoiler alert!) no-one has even been jilted by a dictionary.
Carrie’s column: “Are men in their twenties the new designer drug?”
Fashion: Carrie’s lovely furry coat makes its debut, and she rocks a nice blue dress for her meeting with Big. However, her $400 shoes are ugly.