You know what? I love Sex and the City, and even though eight years of hindsight have made the show feel dated and a bit gimmicky, when I was in college (I'm dating myself here, people), I would wait with baited breath to see the exploits of Carrie and Co. To this day, if ever I just can't decide on what to watch, or I need a little background noise, or I catch a cable-ized edit of it on E!, I end up getting wrapped up in the the lives of my fabulous foursome as they navigate the ever-changing landscape of millennial Manhattan. One thing, though, over time, that I've come to discover, is that Carrie is kind of an annoying, self-centered bitch. While at one time I found her charmingly ditzy, or a romantic dreamer, now I think she's just all about herself. Every brunch scene is filled with her griping about her relationship, while Miranda, Samantha, and Charlotte try to get a word in edgewise about their lives (where they have actual jobs and problems), but they all end up just consoling her--even though her life is never really that bad, and when it is, it's usually self-inflicted.
Well, it appears that Candace Bushnell, the real life Carrie, who originally penned the Sex and the City books which was the basis of the subsequent HBO series, might not be the frazzled-fab creation she projects via her fictional avatar. It's been a rough few months for Bushnell, who filed for divorce in December of last year from her ballet dancer husband, then publicly outed him for an affair he was having. Now, it seems her gay best friend, former-manager, and alleged inspiration for the TV series' Stanford Blatch, is suing Bushnell for 7% of the money she earned from the series and film spin-offs, coming to about $150,000, on the grounds that he was instrumental to the TV show being produced. If a girl can't depend on her gays, who can she trust?