I finished the first season of Sex and the City at a friend’s house tonight and came home with one thought – What’s up with the love thing?
Now, granted, this show is mainly about sex instead of love, but in every situation the “˜L’ word came up, it was always the woman who was obsessed with it.
My problem? I so don’t buy it.
Every woman I’ve had a meaningful conversation with (and even some shallow ones), outside of high school, there has only been one time I can recall where one told me they were in love first. Every man I’ve had a meaningful conversation with (or heard about) has always had “˜feelings’ first.
And yet, here’s Carrie Bradshaw, our main POV girl, who’s in love and can’t seem to get her man to be in that same place. He’s the man that just screams “˜stereotype’. He’s the “˜Big’ man that’s apathetic, somewhat monogamous, but mostly just”¦ not emotionally available. Sound familiar? Yeah, me too. He’s called the TV media man. All the girls want him to love her, but he’s not ready. When will he be? He doesn’t know, he doesn’t care, but damnit, the girls want his love now.
Maybe these men only exist in bigger cities, like New York. They certainly don’t live near me. The only ones I seem to come across (or hear about) are the guys that need you, love you, and “˜yes, I realize it’s only been a month, but”¦’ (Okay, that last part might have been slightly sarcastic”¦ maybe.)