Sluts and the City

I hate Sex and the City. Hate. I hear that Sarah Jessica Horseface Veiny Parker voice-over, and I break out in hives. That show, and MySpace, are double-handedly responsible for the increasingly profligate promiscuity of the American woman. It just makes girls feel better about being insecure and sexually indiscriminate. Now, some guys might champion this cultural impact, which I understand, but call me old-fashioned, I still prefer a girl who's confident and doesn't sleep with every guy she meets out because she overvalued some minor coincidence and thinks their encounter is fate and he must be The One.

And don't even get me started on the fashion choices that women justify using that show.

And, every girl loves to talk about which one she is. "Oh, I'm Carrie because I like clothes and write in a journal!" "I'm Miranda because I'm a fire-crotch!" "I'm Samantha because I'm a whore!" (I think I got the names right. That's sad. I hate myself now.) The funny thing is, if you ask a guy, we think they're ALL just AWFUL! Trust me, you don't want to be any one of them. Just stop. The only one we want to bang is an OCD, anal-retentive prude. Way to aim high, ladies. I feel bad for your fathers...