I caught a marathon of Sex and the City on the Style network today. I have fond memories of when the series first aired on HBO because I moved to Manhattan the summer of 1999 before the second season opener. It was a magical time to live in the city where Carrie, Charlotte, Samantha and Miranda had wild escapades and showed the world what it was like to be strong, independent women in their 30s.
One of today’s episodes was “The Turtle and the Hare,” which reminded me of a recent round of girl talk.
Carrie: You’re not going to replace some man with some battery-operated device?
Miranda: You say that, but you haven’t met the Rabbit.
Samantha: Oh, come on. If you’re going to get a vibrator at least get one that’s called the Horse.
Charlotte: A vibrator does not call you on your birthday. A vibrator does not send you flowers the next day. And you cannot take a vibrator home to meet your mother.
Miranda: Well I know where my next orgasm is coming from. Who here can say as much?