Dark Tragedies: Sex in the City

Hidden deep within a dark trench, miles below the surface of the Earth, an evil sorcerer sits around a table with the Dark Lord himself, and Uwe Boll. Maniacally he cackles as he remembers the day's date, tapping the tips of his fingers together in that generic poise of wickedness. Even his two companions must admit that he has truly outdone himself in evil deeds this time. For he has conceived the concept of a Sex in the City movie. And a terrible darkness befalls all of humanity.

Just what, you may ask, is wrong with Sex in the City? Well, if you do ask that, I feel sorry for you. Because it means you have become so deeply ensnared by this malignant spell that you can't even tell good from such a blatantly iniquitous sin.

Lets start with the fact that the show is called Sex in the City, and yet stars television's most hideously ugly woman to ever helm such a (sadly) successful show. Well, that may not be true anymore, what with Kyra Sedgwick on the scene (and The Closer, all and all, might actually have managed to be an actually worse show, which is flat-out inconceivable). I'd post a picture to prove just how ugly Sarah Jessica Parker is, but doing so would be similar to opening the arc of the covenant. And my livejournal may be bad, but that's no excuse to start melting the faces of my innocent readers.

I realize that in the end, anything that absolutely any male says about this show is going to be written off as misogynistic, sexist, idiotic bullshit, but I'll ignore you people who think you can argue by resorting to abstract ideas you once heard about in school and think you can sling onto anyone who disagrees with you.

Because using the argument that something is "made for [specific demographic]" is such a tired, hackneyed, overused excuse for allowing something to be, particularly in this case, incredibly bad. Yeah, I get it. Women like the show because it appeals to something primal inside of them, much the way that most men like shows/movies/games/etc. with plenty of violence, carnage, and big boobs because it appeals to something primal in them.

But goddammit, that doesn't make it good.

Just because the show is "for [specific demographic]" is no reason to over look the abysmal writing, the complete lack of characterization, the utter lack of originality, the acting strategy of not even bothering to fucking act, or the millions of other things that are wrong with the show. Yet people do. Constantly. Because complaining about these things makes you a misogynistic pig. Because that makes fucking sense.

I thought Miley Cyrus represented the darkest stain, the biggest tragedy, the lowest point of human wreckage that our culture has reached, but I was wrong. I was fucking wrong.