Why do Men hate Sex & The City?

Moonbaby wrote: »

The thoughts of their women getting ideas about enjoying sex makes them feel inadequate?

It's right at a moment like this one that I miss the old rolleyes smiley. For the record, no it's not. I mean what the hell's the point if women don't enjoy it? When they don't they're utterly crap at it basically. Less than useless. So basically the only time a man is irritated about a woman enjoying good sex is when he's not the one involved in it, or it's his partner and he finds out she's knobbing someone else. That's it.

Breaking it down, I reckon it's because(and as luck would have it I had this very conversation with a bunch of guys at the weekend) it's a show about women and how much they go on about and obsess about men, while wittering on about how independent they are.

The older one is cool but tries too hard. The best looking brunette one is uptight and overly girly while being obsessed with marriage and kids. The red head seems cool, good actual job, but is also as harsh emotionally as a sand paper backrub and the parker lassie, while coming up with some insights along the way is also as obsessed as the rest about men. There seems to be a lack of bitchiness about each other that doesn't quite sing true. The off camera japes would be more realistic.

It comes across as mind numbingly self obsessed and trivial. We can see the fun part of it, but the somewhat vacant stabbing in the dark of personalities fumbling around for what should be mostly obvious grates a little. Especially in an age group of women who should know better.

The general consensus about the perfect frankenstein woman that could be made up of the four protagonists seemed to be the brunette for looks(with the odd objection in favour of the blond) the red head for professionalism, the blonde for fun and the parker one for quirkiness. I suppose that's it's appeal for women in some way too. There's some self recognition and identification with at least one of the characters.

That said I've watched a few times and while I wouldn't be rushing home to watch it in pink fluffy slippers, sipping tesco wine while chuggin haagen das, I can see it's appeal. It wouldn't kill me to watch it TBH.