The week my blog turned 10 years old, I got an email from the New York Post asking to interview me for an article about Sex and the City. This seemed like an exuberant high-five of synchronicity, of course I said yes.
I couldn’t help but wonder…what would I be asked in an interview about Sex and the City?
The interview took place over the phone. I was out and about on Friday evening, running errands in Soho, when the Post called me. I stepped off onto a side street with little foot traffic, and paced the block answering questions about Fleet Week and the “zsa zsa zsu” phase the show coined.
I’d just finished telling Dana Schuster that SATC delivered the fantasy of a city swarmed with sexy sailors for Fleet Week… when the reality is that when you give them a second look, most of them are awkward teenagers. Most of these men in uniform can’t even drink and still have adolescent acne!
Literally as I was on the phone, being interviewed about Sex and the City, specifically about Fleet Week and the unrealistic expectations the show elevated, a foursome turned the corner and walked right my way.
Not a Carrie, Miranda, Charlotte, Samantha foursome, nope!