Sex & The City: A Night Out With The Grrrls

The clothes were flashy and seductive. Who cared if it was only 7pm and the sun was still shining. The ladies were rocking sequins, feathers and bodacious fake flowers. The weaves were tight, ponytails high and perfectly streaked bangs were coifed just so. And these were just the ladies on line to see Sex And The City at the 34th Street AMC.

And even though the critics wasted no time telling us SATC was nothing more than a shat filled excuse for product marketing with it's excessive brand placements and shopaholic protagonists, I found the movie to be the perfect salve for us grrrls left to contend with Iron Man and Indy or more consistently Entourage and The Wire. While I love these shows and hear the movies are also thrilling, sometimes us ladies need our grrrly moments of indulgence. These critics who are just hatin because they probably have never had sex in this city or in any other can't see beyond Carrie's Choos for what really got us ladies rolling out this past weekend in crews so deep we made The Warriors look like some suburban boy scout gathering. In SATC there were wonderful conversations about love and marriage, heartfelt testimonies about forgiveness and yes, all out fashion romps. It was a frock concert like no other-- the gladiator sandals, Vivienne Westwood and DVF dresses and ooohhh wheee those handbags. It was indeed orgasmic and well, I say give me more!

It's called fantasy people and personally I feel women are not allowed to fantasize enough. Never mind that we are in a war and violence abounds on street corners, in college classrooms, master bedroom suites and in so many nooks of our everyday lives and still we not only continue to promote violence in our films, we encourage our young boys by gifting them with aggressively violent video games. Never mind that our men, well, they have hockey, wrestling and football to exorcise their aggressive fantastical whims. But dang, give a grrrl two and a half hours of Manolo Blahniks, erotica and romance and suddenly the entire film genre has gone to pot. Whatever! I loved it and if you've been reading theHotness you know that we (myself most certainly included) have had our share of criticisms about the HBO series. Clearly our cries for diversity did not go unheard. There was color (and even references to coloring, lol) sprinkled throughout the film in the background and in the forefront. And yeah, even though Jennifer Hudson didn't add any real substance or complexity to the production, like everything in the movie (and in the movie theatre), it all made for the sweetest eye candy a grrrl could have on a Saturday night out!