Sex and the City: Actually Not Real Life, Except When It Is

In this week’s New York magazine feature story Sarah Jessica Parker strolls around Greenwich Village with writer Emily Nussbaum bemoaning the ever disappearing New York of the seventies.

Her take on the show that introduced the world to questionable fashion choices, unbearable lines at Magnolia, as well as (as Nussbaum puts it) “the way [women’s] bodies function as currency…the marriage hunt as negotiation disguised as romance. The value of a single woman.”

It’s like a Jeff Koons piece…He takes a diamond ring, and he just blows it up. That’s what the show did. It highlighted the best angle of the Chrysler Building, the shiniest part of it — and those parts of the city seemed like they were for the rarefied few. A life that isn’t really how anybody lives. Even people who do love shoes, they don’t have the time like that to be with their friends. That was the thing that struck me more than anything about the show as the most unrealistic, the time they all had.

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