Feministe in the City

Are feminists hairy, ugly man-hating sex-averse lesbians in combat books and flannel shirts, or are we self-indulgent Manolo-wearing single urban man-eating over-sexed females? Andrea Dworkin or Carrie Bradshaw? Someone tell me ASAP, because I need to know what to wear and who to fuck tomorrow.

Oh dear flying spaghetti monster, jill, you crack me up…

but your point is very well taken…

seems to be a theme on the blogs today…

Are feminists hairy, ugly man-hating sex-averse lesbians in combat books and flannel shirts, or are we self-indulgent Manolo-wearing single urban man-eating over-sexed females?

I have seen people argue that the presence of two is not necessarily self-contradicting…..but a sign there are different “species” of feminists. A certain co-worker made that very point after having a few drinks at the bar.

Totally channeling ouyangdan here, but:

I need to know what to wear and who to fuck tomorrow.

Dear goddess you rock, Jill. Keep it up.

I love the SATC women for their raunchiness, sex toys and independence, but at the same time, honestly, enough with the shoes already! (Gah, look at me falling into feminist stereotypes.)

I need to know what to wear and who to fuck tomorrow.

Maybe you could, I don’t know…flip a coin, or alternate quarterly or something?

I enjoyed S&TC as a kind of guilty pleasure. I felt compelled to watch it for the first two seasons, if only because I’ve handed SJP a permanent karmatic Get-Out-Of-Jail card for Square Pegs (confession: I wanted to be Johnny Slash). But the show eventually wound up the kind of fuzzy-wuzzy feminist-lite pabulum that you couldn’t get out from under in the late 90’s pop-culture.

I kept having these fantasies where the show would have some sort of interruption where someone like Susie Bright would butt in at the table while the main characters were gossiping over their usual Cosmopolitans & say something Dr. Evil-ish: “Carrie, you are the Margarine of feminism. Clear? You are the Diet Coke of feminism: just one calorie. Not feminist enough! And you” she says, turning to Samantha “are with me” she says, before grabbing her arm & towing her out the door.

Someone tell me ASAP, because I need to know what to wear and who to fuck tomorrow.

Now that made me laugh out loud at 3am. Much thanks Jill.

Are feminists hairy, ugly man-hating sex-averse lesbians in combat books and flannel shirts, or are we self-indulgent Manolo-wearing single urban man-eating over-sexed females?

Simple. Once one hits 40, teh Angry Hormone magically kicks in and one becomes Type A. This phenomenon also accounts for sudden influxes of Manolos at consignment shops coupled with sporadic panic buys at army surplus stores.

Hope this helps in the wardrobe/sex buddy department.

I don’t think it’s just “anti-feminist” conservatives who object to the ethics of Sex and the City (not that you said they are, but I just want to clarify). A lot of smart people object to it because when it gets tagged with the “feminist” label, it in fact it trivializes the important scope and past successes of feminism. If feminism really = celebrating (note I’m not saying freedom to engage in – that’s clearly another issue, but rather positively affirming) promiscuous behavior on the part of men OR women, it’s not a good thing and I wouldn’t be a feminist. There is nothing “liberating” about becoming a slave to your own animal passions.

Someone tell me ASAP, because I need to know what to wear and who to fuck tomorrow.

Love, love, love it!

But S&TC, not so much. The women seem totally hung up on placing their own self worth entirely in a relationship, be it Charlotte’s image of a perfect marriage, Samantha’s need to be attractive (objectified) by men, and Carrie’s madly pathetic, self-loathing, obsession with “Big”. Miranda escapes scrutiny, but is also the least glammed of them all. Why is that?