Sarah Jessica ouch

From a friend:

On your recommendation, I've thus far worked my way through the first season of Sex And The City -- and you're absolutely right about it being lifestyle porn, suggesting that, yes, you, too, can have scads of free time in which a circle of friends confide in you and invite you to parties or put you up for the weekend at their beach house when you're not kicking back in your fabulous apartment with whichever member of the opposite sex you're taking out for a spin this week. Or spending the night at his place. Or just going for long walks in the park. Or checking out the latest exhibit at the art gallery. Or getting into the exclusive new club that just opened up. Or whatever.

Oh, and you're right the rest, too: it otherwise seems to boil down to the predictable adventures of an unattractive woman, which I guess is reassuring to women who'd like to think of themselves as smart and pretty -- and they show Kim Cattrall's breasts often enough, possibly for men who've been roped into watching it alongside their significant others.  As I don't need my looks or brains validated, and don't happen to be a breast man, that leaves me with the exact conclusion you'd anticipated: wow, look, she's shopping for expensive shoes again.