Sex and the City.You know: the dress that wasn’t actually a dress, but rather a pink vest top and white mini tutu – the one Carrie wore amid a sea of duller, more conventional New Yorkers; the one in which she was splashed by a bus bearing her own image.That dress is retired (too many red-wine stains – I like to think Carrie would be proud).
But what’s proven far more durable than a few wisps of blush-toned silk are the echoes of a TV show whose last new episode aired in 2004.I was 14 years old when SATC began.
Too young, at first, to watch or even be aware of the risqué episodes. Which made them all the more delicious when a friend would produce a taped episode (this was a long time ago) at a sleepover.
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