Decided to revisit the early seasons of SATC, which is so uncool to like these days. Well, sorry. I'll take Cool New York over Woke New York any day. Give me cigarettes, politically incorrect witty repartee, coke in bathroom stalls of chic boites, and blackout sexcapades with blurred lines. That's real life, which should be the main ingredient in any recipe for great drama and comedy. The show was witty, smart, groundbreaking, and not nearly as racially or culturally homogenous as it is so roundly accused of being -- in fact, this overcorrection on the newest incarnation is almost unwatchably forced. If you want to attack a show for being "too YT" from that period, go jump on "Friends," which is one of the most boring sitcoms I've ever almost never seen. But back to SATC. As one who longs for the period that the show depicted in it's earliest seasons, it's really nostalgic to see the streets of Manhattan in the mid-late 90s and early aughts, especially since I lived and worked and ran in a lot of the places featured on the show in those days.
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