It's not just pink, it's glossed and glittering pink

Call me just another critic of "Sex and the City." You'll hate me for this.

For years the show has been running, both female and male fans around the world devoured its episodes and with that, even the values they represent. And what values? Clothes, bags, whirlwind relationships and promiscuity. Sad. There's so much more to a woman than that. In fact, they shouldn't define a woman at all.

And now the movie, one that concludes surrendering to the commitments and maturity Carrie, Charlotte, Samantha and Miranda have eluded from for so long. There's no need to add to Colleen Carroll Campbell's article on the movie adaptation's "fairy tale ending," when three of the four main characters end up happily married after decades of you-know-what.

"For all their pretensions to envelope-pushing, the movie's producers apparently could not improve on the age-old answer to a woman's romantic yearnings: the very ideal of traditional marriage so often disparaged by the series. Even the promiscuous, materialistic fashion plates of 'Sex and the City' ultimately succumb to the desire to direct their erotic energies into something more enduring than one-night stands and shopping sprees. They want, as most women do, the kind of lifelong love that can survive wrinkles and stretch marks and the dowdier duds of old age."
Let's just say it's all effective marketing, with a box office high being reached. But what a market! It's a pity really that women feel they are empowered by a show that depicts a world where estrogen rules while reason is undermined. There's no point, no purpose. The characters are all feelings and emotions and with hardly any mind work.

But then again, some people call it a mere "representation." A representation of a social revolution that has weakened suggestion and valued the explicit. Are there no bounds anymore?

Maybe I'm too young to be picking holes in this film since the critics we hear from are decades older while the young adults don't really have much to say. After all, "Sex and the City" is more tame than how the traditionals think it is, we say. And that's what's miserable. This generation has not only evolved into an attention-deficient, visually-triggered, Googling, digitalized, loosely relativistic group of people, but one whose sensibilities are lowering to a level where almost everything is tolerated.

To end, here's another worthy quote from an article by Kevin Ryan:
Sex in the City has conditioned this generation of women to imitate them by giving sex away, swearing like the Sopranos and wearing freak-show adornments. But it just won’t work. Men use women like that, but they won’t love them.