The most unbelievable part about this is Carrie finding someone who dresses as bad as she does.

"please link to hannah arendt, please link to hannah arendt, please" dammit. Oh well, that was wishful thinking BUT those boots sure do sucky suck.

When will someone smack Patricia Fields in the head? Shower curtains and bedspreads are not, FASHION!

That boot/bag combo is making me relapse, so much for feeling better. Barf.

The whole outfit is giving me vertigo.

Okay, not to mention, the worst part of this "assistant/counselor" is that if she is the sassy-mouthed, down-to-earth, slightly street (but completely safe) black friend(in her employ, let's not forget) is that it's not too terribly far off from the original black Oscar Winner's role in 1939…

Okay, in rereading this I realize its alot of ifs…but I have extremely low expectations for the abilities of the SATC writers to be non-stereotypical.

What about the stereotype of blondes being "slutty?"

I haven't heard anyone get their drawers in a wad over that.

All 4 girls are pretty much stereotypes of a specific trait. Quirky girl, wasp, slutty girl, overacheiver.

As were the men they dated. I expect no less for Jennifer. I will still watch it. I'm no quitter and I watched from day one.

I lie, I did quit that knitting class.

Well, that's cause all blondes ARE slutty, duh.

You're right. Aidan-sensitive, hippie-like, craftsy. Big-passionately cold, greedy, unattainable, business-y. Berger- wordy, wimpy, threatened by Carrie's awesome writing skills.

Oh, Maria, what does the Hannah Arendt thing mean? Wasn't she the one who coined the banality of evil quote?

Playa, have you learned nothing from, Bill? Where is Bill OReily to defend the slutty blondes and crafty hippies of the world? Where is his outrage now?

Ummm, juju, it's playLa…although I am a bit of a "playa" and I appreciate that you can sense that through all the tubes that make up the internet. Oh, I don't get the Bill O'Reilly inference either…I might be living in a cave that looks alot like my apartment…shit.

juju is a little bit perturbed right now. You'll have to give her some slack on the typos. Also, she DOES NOT delete, and she DOES NOT backspace. You know why? Because she doesn't have to, that's why.

I'm a hater on the backspace, watch out for cliche cavemen in there. They like to smack a girl upside the head.

It's true, I drop the hate bombs onmy backspace. See, my bad punctation is the only thing that gets me any, Commie's

Oh because the "world is always a little racist" would have been perfect to link to her essays on The Origins of Totalitarianism:
"The sad truth is that most evil is done by people who never make up their minds to be good or evil." and how everyone dabbles with the idea of anti-Semitism etc.

Juju, evil, you guys make a really cute couple.

Thank you maria, you're smart.

Yes, we do, don't we? I certainly can't argue our dual hotness factor. It's actually second only to Angelina and Brad.

Maria has blown my mind this morning.

While I do love getting the ebola from, Evil. I'm already promised to, Sar.

it's all a google

Just so long as we're never the, Courtney and Pete. of dirtiness.

Hey, as for more fun with stereotypes the only Italians I ever saw were either Samantha's guido boytoys (such as "funky spunk" Bobby Cannavale, rowr) or that vague Eurotrash chick from Season 1 who bought Carrie shoes, who I can't decide if she was Italian or not. I think she was from Accentonia. And I think she was Roxy from "Mannequin."

Yeah, and Albanians were never very well represented either.

Fuck, I have to work.

It's ok, juju, Kitchy and I are in an open relationship, and I think I may have agreed to run off to Vermont and marry deimos a while back. It's just a big love fest around here.

She was in Mannequin. She was in cahoots with, James Spader. BAck then I wanted to be in cahoots with him too. Not so much anymore. I'm pretty sure she was doing a bad, Italian, accent. Don't quote me.

Sar and I were going to marry and adopt some grahm cracker children but she kept eating them.

You know what I like about this place, besides all the love? The incredible punctuation…you guys are impressive.

…work's done.

What the hell? Do you teach yoga too? I try to work at least an hour a day so I contribute something to society.

FIIIIIIIRST!!!!!!!

Namaste.

I take gamblers to casinos…there's not alot of cajoling or arm-twisting that needs to be done…

It's pretty early, are they seniors on day trips? That's how I'm doing it wnen I retire.

Namaste, Bitches.

No, they're weekend trips, all I do now is call people and fill up a plane, take em to the casino, and let em loose.

Carrie is an overachiever?? Damn. She works less than I do!

Where's James Boston cod dammit.

I remember 2 trashy girls who bought carrie shoes. One was Tatum O'Neal and the other was uhhh I think someone from California Dreams or something? :)

i moved sar. i moved yesterday and i'm still setting up…i also just got my internet hooked up…i was offline for two days and i expected worse. i now have comcast and i've heard horror stories about how they don't show up, their high-speed internet sucks, their cable sucks but they showed up and hooked me up! so far so good…

anyway, i'm baaaaaaaaaaaaack! and those boots on dreamgirl are awesome…she sorta looks like a high-class chav.

likely story. i'll let it slide this once.

They are so not, James. She looks like she got stuck knee deep in a zebras ass.

She must be headed over to that there clown convention they be fixin' to have in New York City. She shore is all purtied up and what not. I wish i could be affordin' me some fancy duds like that. Heweee!!!

i sound like every guy who never called when he was supposed to, eh?

And somebody should have told her plaid makes you look bigger. Geez….

It is so hard to dial some digits?

yes juju.

am i the only one with any fashion sense. it's not real easy to make a big girl look stylish but they worked it with this outfit. she looks good people…even the shirley temple curls work with that outfit.

no james! those guys had legitimate excuses! like the one who wasn't able to call because his great aunt had a piano recital in zaire and he couldn't figure out how to work their phones. or the one whose dog became demon possessed and told him never to call me again or he'd be cursed.

she really does look cute, and she;s all decked out in a Mollygood color scheme!

"or the one whose dog became demon possessed and told him never to call me again or he’d be cursed."

you dated the zodiac killer?

Sar, was box blocked by that possesed dog.

sar has problems. i'll work on em when i come back, LOL. i've gotta go do some actual work.

ok we'll both get some work done and when we come back we'll be ready to fix me. assuming we both tend to gain magical powers as we work, or course…

Okay, if you like the one outfit with those awful, awful boots how about the horizontal striped shirt with the stirrup (sp?) pants? How can you possibly defend that?

I love Jennifer Hudson.

There is no defence for stirrup pants. They keep sliding off your damn feet and creep up your ankles. Didn't anyone learn this is a not a good idea, in the 80's?

Especially when worn with multiple pairs of slouch socks and Reebok hightops. Of course I never did that, why do you ask?

I wouldn't admit to wearing Reeboks either. I was La Gear, all the way baby. I hated when the stirrups came off. You had no choice but to undo all the velcro straps and various laces.

I rocked some LA Gear myself, but I think I wore those with my acid-wash, skin tight jeans. Usually in a horrible shade of purple. Oh, God…why?

I had a pair in a lovely psycadelic, hot pink, color. They had awesome zipper on the ankles that I often caught my skin in. I had a special pair of plyers I kept stealing from my fathers toolbox, just so I could get them zipped.

I always favored a rat-tail comb. Then my mom would be like, "What the hell happened to this comb? Who bent that shit all up?"

If only I had thought of that two decades ago. That's more time I could have spent teasing my bangs.

I had a special system for my bangs. I would do a light spraying with Rave #3 while my hair was slightly damp. Then I would curl it and watch the smoke come from my scalp. When it was all curled, I would give it a dusting of Aqua Net. Then I would tease the living shit out it and then smooth a little and finish off with Rave #4 all around. If I picked up a section of my hair, the whole thing moved.

Is this the 80's fashion therapy group? I used to own a pair of skintight Jordache jeans with a bow with a little zipper underneath it running down the back of the calf. It also had a matching blue jean jacket with bows and zippers on the cuffs. Oh, the shame…and this is a true story.

Just one pair? Then I think you got off easy.

That was the only complete blue jean outfit I had. I had to save my allowance for weeks to buy it because my parents refused to pay that much for it. They were so strict.
Oh…and the intentional hair frying…I don't EVEN want to get into that. You would think seeing smoke coming off you hair would be a warning…but not for me…I thought it was just getting good and done.

Yeah, I thought that signaled that it was well-done.

hahahahahahahaha evil i love your hair system!

you people don't know what the hell's up, stirrup pants look sexalicious under my thick-knit sweater dress with the numbers and math signs print.

I had those, Guess, jeans with bow. I had my own system. I used to get a pass before a big game, I was a cheerleader. And instead of going to the bathroom I would sneak in the cosmetology class and they had this special concoction. It was like, alcohol and shellac. It took 3 days to wash that shit out.

But I wag bangalicious for the game. Nobody had higher bangs then me. And you could really see my curling iron burn pretty good on my forehead. Those things burn the skin right down to the skull.

The only thing that really set off a good baggy sweater with stirrups, a belt, cinch it. It gave you that overall, barrel, look.

I am so jealous! I was a cheerleader too but I had no such fantastic resources available to me dammit!! I had to have my best friend comb the sides out and then roll them backward, and spray. I would have looked ridiculous if it weren't for her vast collection of hair ribbons and brand-name hairspray.

And "cinch it" - stole the words right out of my mouth.

My weapon of choice was always a crimping iron.

The cosmetology girls were the first girls I ever saw wearing eyeliner as lipliner. They could also scrunch your hair like nobody's business. I just couldn't get a match too close to my head.

For us it was the B-group kids who transferred in from public school because their parents were trying to 'reform' them. They were the only girls in the whole place that were nice me at all times, and they wore that hideous dark brown lipstick, so I did too.

I've gotten in on this a little too late but I used to have a pair of super (in my own mind) hot pair of stretch jeans with alternating turquoise and hot pink pinstripes that I wore with a hot pink shirt that had a huge turquoise kissprint on the front. I wore it so fucking proudly and not just that but I wore it every other day, like monday, wednesday and friday…I really thought " no one's gonna even realize, THEY ARE GONNA BE SO WOWED BY THIS OUTFIT THEY WILL NEVER KNOW"…okay I didn't think "wowed" I thought Killer or Rad or however that might be properly conjugated but it was sad and finally someone made fun of me and then I found out everyone had been making fun of me the whole time…goddamn, this is going south. So, I thought I was hot for a couple of weeks, then I spent the next few weeks being sad, then I found weed.

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