Sex and the City doesn't always get it right. They do a nice job of doing what they do, presenting the lives of four city-dwelling friends, but I do not think they wrote the book on today's single woman. (Or married, or divorced, or dating woman for that matter.) As I imprint my ass-size groove on my couch, watching re-runs when I should be doing something more useful, I am touched by one scene which was pitch perfect.
Charlotte finds she's just as infertile as she feared, teary eyed she decides to walk home from the doctor. On her way she bumps into Miranda. The two are in a fight because in the midst of Charlotte's baby-less trials, Miranda is dealing with an unexpected pregnancy. Miranda confronts Charlotte's silent treatment and avoidance tactics with characteristic bluntness, only to be told of Charlotte's findings at the doctor. Tearfully Charlotte says she just wants to be alone. Miranda agrees, saying she'll just walk behind her in case she changes her mind.
That's true friendship, being there... Even if it doesn't feel good, and walking in heels that hurt your feet, neglecting work, thanklessly showing up for a friend. Being present when you are needed, that is friendship.
1 comment:
I heart SATC.
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