Last Friday evening my buddy Todd called me up and asked if I would like to go to the opening night of Sex and the City at which point I laughed nervously while deleting his name from the phonebook on my mobile phone (yeah, guess who still calls it a mobile). Todd quickly redeemed himself by letting me know that he didn't want to see the picture but rather dress up like douche-bags and hit on the girls coming out of the movie. This idea seemed flawless to me. What better way is there to feel better than everyone else 
(aside from having a blog), besides making a joke out of the night that so many girls would title "ladies night." I expected a line or two and a bunch of girls in restroom sized clumps clinging to tickets to see the film, but what we actually encountered was amazing. I had no idea that this show was so popular. Sure, I know my fair share of girls that claim to have watched occasionally, but mysteriously began only drinking martinis in public, and placing far too much importance on shoes around 6 years ago. I just chalked them up to the brain-washed masses that were led to believe they weren't good enough unless they wore the right clothes and talked openly about the hundreds of people they had slept with. The same masses that much like a foggy-eyed cult member will still nag you endlessly should you talk ill of Sarah-Jessica Parker's average looks. It was not until I arrived at The Grove outdoor mall in West Hollywood that I realized just how big a deal this show was. It was crazy. It was like second prom for people with bad taste. There were so many girls there and a MAJORITY of them were dressed in full-on dresses. With the high heels, and the overly flashy hand bag. Every restaurant in The Grove had a patio full of female only tables desperately slurping up their pink Cosmos. It was as if the movie Heathers and every issue of Cosmo mated and their love child threw up all over the shopping center. I went home and googled the subject t
o find that There were two girls that even paid $16,000 to attend the actual studio premiere of the film (pictured above). Which brings me to my point ( I know, finally). Who are these people? They are the same people that would not date the type of guy that dresses up for a Star Wars premiere. I would even bet that they would sit around and talk crap about a sci-fi geek over Cosmos and "apps." But now the hysteria of a mediocre show and a fantastic job of Hollywood marketing have caused the very elitist stereo-type to cave in on itself. You young ladies that dressed up for "ladies night" last Friday and went out to covet Carrie and the gang are in fact the newest version of the guy that quotes Yoda in Klingon, the guy you are "better than." I hope those strappy new shoes match your irony.
(aside from having a blog), besides making a joke out of the night that so many girls would title "ladies night." I expected a line or two and a bunch of girls in restroom sized clumps clinging to tickets to see the film, but what we actually encountered was amazing. I had no idea that this show was so popular. Sure, I know my fair share of girls that claim to have watched occasionally, but mysteriously began only drinking martinis in public, and placing far too much importance on shoes around 6 years ago. I just chalked them up to the brain-washed masses that were led to believe they weren't good enough unless they wore the right clothes and talked openly about the hundreds of people they had slept with. The same masses that much like a foggy-eyed cult member will still nag you endlessly should you talk ill of Sarah-Jessica Parker's average looks. It was not until I arrived at The Grove outdoor mall in West Hollywood that I realized just how big a deal this show was. It was crazy. It was like second prom for people with bad taste. There were so many girls there and a MAJORITY of them were dressed in full-on dresses. With the high heels, and the overly flashy hand bag. Every restaurant in The Grove had a patio full of female only tables desperately slurping up their pink Cosmos. It was as if the movie Heathers and every issue of Cosmo mated and their love child threw up all over the shopping center. I went home and googled the subject t
o find that There were two girls that even paid $16,000 to attend the actual studio premiere of the film (pictured above). Which brings me to my point ( I know, finally). Who are these people? They are the same people that would not date the type of guy that dresses up for a Star Wars premiere. I would even bet that they would sit around and talk crap about a sci-fi geek over Cosmos and "apps." But now the hysteria of a mediocre show and a fantastic job of Hollywood marketing have caused the very elitist stereo-type to cave in on itself. You young ladies that dressed up for "ladies night" last Friday and went out to covet Carrie and the gang are in fact the newest version of the guy that quotes Yoda in Klingon, the guy you are "better than." I hope those strappy new shoes match your irony.