Yes, I just saw Sex and the City 2. I live on an island, alright? SO it was essentially the worst movie i've ever seen in my entire existence. I had this whole schpeal and amazing critique ready, but when it comes right down to it, I would just rather forget everything about this film than sit here and type even two words about it. But are a couple one word summaries: AWFUL, FORCED, RIDICULOUS, PATHETIC. This is my one sentence plot of the whole movie: "Big, you don't want to buy me nice things and take me out and buy me expensive dinners so I don't think you love me anymore. And you bought a gigantic awesome new T.V. for our bedroom, which is (literally) the only thing I didn't want you to buy me to express your true and undying love. Buy me something else otherwise I'll move back into my old apartment that I still keep (stupid) because rent in New York City is such a great deal (no) and it doesn't at all perhaps reflect any commitment issues I have yet to work out (yes it does)."
Okay, that was more than one sentence, but I think you see the point here. I truly had to stop the movie 4 times because it was so painful to watch. PAINFUL, I tell you! It was also embarrassing - embarrassing to realize that actual money was spend on producing such trash. It disgusts and worries me that this show and these horrible women have become some sort of feminist icons to many a 21st century lady. I have faith that someone else out there has noticed that, in the end, every one of the characters entire existence - and the plots of both the T.V. show and both movies - revolves solely around FINDING A MAN OR MAKING SAID MAN LOVE YOU MORE. All while under the thinly veiled "plot" (which is really just an extremely flimsy subplot) of "having fun with your girlfriends because in the end men don't matter". Ooohh but it seems as though they do...
And, P.S. --- What the fuck freelance writer/journalist has ever had as much money as this Carrie bitch?!?!?!? UNREAL.
So, I suppose that was a little more than I intended to express on the matter of such a tragic piece of cinema garbage. But now I am reminded of a little group at Emerson College that was starting my senior year called S.C.A.M.M. --- Students Concerned About Mass Media. I looked on the school webpage and it isn't listed, so I guess it dissolved after the 5 members we were comprised of all graduated. A little disappointing, considering Emerson is supposed to be this media-oriented school and all. *SIGH* There is some charity thing going on at Banana Dang, and all the employees have to submit 3 charities they support. I swear to GOD, I would list this student organization or anything like it AT ALL all 3 times if it still existed!!!! I'm gonna start my own organization: P.A.S. S. --- People Against Stupid Stuff. Seriously though, If anyone has any charity suggestions, please recommend in the comments.
Otherwise, this weekend I cleaned out the spare bedroom and made it into my office! My own private space!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So far, it has been heavenly (it's been 3 hours). I have expressed my joy and nostalgia of my days of living alone (a la New England Nun, but with more alcohol and less sewing). There is just something about having a space to yourself. A door your can close, and no one can enter.
I was reading a twitter feed from The New Yorker book bench that was about Summer Reading, and they emphasized short stories and novellas as kinda ideal summer reads. I couldn't agree more. At the beginning of the summer, I printed out this summer reading log, and so far this is what is on it. Also, just to remind you of your options, I didn't buy any of these books (even though some of them I desperately want to)--- public libraries are a little bit of awesome. Free books, like, everywhere!!!
- Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers, Mary Rach (June)
- Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, Jonathan Safran Foer (June)
- The Reader, Bernhard Schlink (July)
- Chelsea Chelsea Bang Bang, Chelsea Handler (June)
- The Poisoner's Handbooks: Murder and the Birth of Forensic Medicine in Jazz Age New York, Deborah Blum (June)
- The Perfect Scent: A Year Inside the Perfume Industry in Paris and New York, Chandler Burr (July)
- Revolutionary Road, Richard Yates (August)
- Paul's Case, Willa Cather (August)
- A New England Nun, Mary Wilkes Freeman (August)
- A Moveable Feast, Ernest Hemingway (August)
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair, F.Scott Fitzgerald (August)
- A Pair of Silk Stockings, Kate Chopin (August)