If there is one thing I noticed about me, it's that I usually watch TV series at the strangest times. Come to think of it, I've never actually watched an entire TV series on television while it's still on air (Skins, anime and cartoons exempted, of course). I usually start obsessively watching it… a couple of years after it's original release.
Lately though, I have been watching a different kind of TV series. One that is definitely not supposed to be for people my age. The series? Sex and the City.
I know, your eyebrows are probably furrowed right now while thinking to yourself "Are you kidding me?" Well all my friends got the same reaction too. Well, not really all of them. In fact there is one person who is actually glad that I'm watching this HBO classic and that person is no other than Randy. I don't know if I should find this comforting or sad.
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| To the most fabulous women in New York |
What makes this so strange is that aside from belonging in the same gender and having an innate quality in me that makes me blame men for the world's problems, there is absolutely nothing in that show that could make me relate with those four women. I've never lived in New York, I've never had a string of bad dates before, I don't live in my own apartment, I don't have an obsession with shoes, and I'm certainly not 35 years old, but after finishing an episode, I usually find myself hurrying downstairs to pee or hoard all the food I can get and finish the season.
God forbid I should start watching Gossip Girls when I am 35.
