Well, everyone's been having mini Manolo orgasms about Sex and the City being syndicated on TBS. Frankly, I'm one of the people happy to see the show on TBS, even if it's a little cleaned up.
Sure the tits, f-bombs and other more salacious items are gone, but the storylines are still there and coherent. It's quite wonderful, since I got hooked on that show when we had HBO and have been jonesin' for it since we lost HBO. Well, that and the Sopranos -- which if I ever see in syndication, they'll have to drop it to about 30 minutes or so, given half of the storylines, nudity, f-bombs, murder, etc. For awhile, my Sunday nights were locked up with sex and gangsters. All good times -- until we lost HBO.
Sex and the City is my one "chick" show. I never got Ally McBeal (skinny bitch that should've been smacked around for her whining), the Bachelor (why marry someone you met on a TV show?), ER or any of those other shows. But Sex and the City is the one show that I adore.
I think, in a way, it's one of those shows that puts friendship first, above finding that "soulmate" and bullshit like that. For me, it was some crisp dialogue, funny situations and well, a pervy sensibility that works with mine quite well.
Not all of it is perfect -- Carrie can be a self-centered, whiny wanker who makes bad decisions. But it's the other three -- Miranda, Charlotte and Samantha that I enjoy more. One of my friends is starting to remind me of Samantha -- a frank, bold older woman who definitely has style and confidence.
Needless to say, with TBS having a week-long marathon my ass has been firmly planted on the couch -- not just to see the shows again, but in one case (at the Playboy Mansion's infamous Grotto), to see how they handled nudity. Pixelated paradise, but it was cool. I can live with that on basic cable.