I saw Sex And The City 2 tonight. LOVED it. Actually…better than the first one. It was just WAY more fun. A chick flick in the truest sense of the word.
Anyways, it got me to thinking. And people, if SATC can get me thinking, you know it can’t be deep thoughts. But I thought, nonetheless. Various and random.
On a group of girlfriends.
I don’t have one. A clique of chicks. I have an nice, eclectic mix of friends. Only a couple of them are actually good friends with each other. The rest only know one another through a mutual friend…me. And I don’t think that most of them would recognize each other on the street if they walked on by. Yes, that was a song reference. Dionne Warwick, I think.
I wonder would it would be like. To have that sort of close group of friends like that. And to cover the four main hair colors.
On being the one who got away.
I don’t have a single ex-boyfriend that I would consider to be “the one who got away”. On very infrequent occasions, like when I’m feeling sorry for myself, I wonder a fairly typical “what if” about a couple of them. (Don’t you? C’mon, I won’t tell) Like the rabbi I dated for a couple of minutes. He was pretty hot. And the high risk ob/gyn. But in reality, I never ever think that I should have held on to a single one. I think that you follow your instinct because it’s usually right which is why those relationships ended. Or, perhaps it’s deeper and is an attachment issue of some sort. Because I’m pretty sure I have one of those…attachment issues. But, I’ll discuss that some other time. Maybe.
I do wonder though. If any of my past boyfriends consider me to be the one who go away. *looks off dreamily, thought bubbles floating overhead*…
I wonder if any of them read my blog. Hmmm….
On discrepancies between books and their movies, even though the book and movie I’m going to talk about aren’t the same.
This is a pet peeve of mine.
So, I just finished reading Candace Bushnells latest “The Carrie Diaries”. It is all about our girl Carrie Bradshaw in her senior year of high school.
How Carrie meets Samantha Jones in the book and how she says she meets her in the movie?
I won’t spill. It really wouldn’t spoil anything. But still.
I know that this sort of thing happens, all the time, when book and movies contradict each other. But I JUST finished the book this morning. And I JUST saw the movie this evening. So, it annoyed me.
So, there you have it. Very non-deep thoughts because of a movie. And no, I don’t do reviews. The only thing I’m going to say is…see it. You’ll love it. You’ll hope it doesn’t end.
Don’t listen to all those stupid men critics. What do they know about relationships amongst women? All they do is play poker and burp. And they are the ones who are giving the signal as to whether or not this movie is worth the ten bucks?
Take it from a woman. It’s worth it. Almost 3 hours of sheer, no-brainer entertainment. The way a movie should be.
And anything that gives me something to blog about is worth every single penny.