end of the satc era

I finished watching season six part II of sex and the city over the weekend. The series is officially over. And it does feel like the end of an era. An era of empowerment to womankind, of speaking your mind loud and clear and of course, of going out there to have sex like a man.

I still remember when we first started watching the series. Our first girls' night out after the VCD was passed around was filled with exclamations about how much those girls in the show are living our lives, especially in the dating game. Over the years, we had laughed and teared with the girls as we relived our happiest, saddest and most embarrassing moments with them. One thing was for sure, we realised that the single girls around the world face the same issues as us when it comes to love, sex and relationships. And we know that we are no longer alone. We are in good company.

Some say the ending is too perfect. But then again, if Carrie/Samantha/Charlotte/Miranda, them of the exciting lives and the shopping trips at Prada and Chanel, are not able to have a great ending, then what say us mere mortals?

Thanks girls. For a great six years.
Let's drink to that. First a cosmopolitan, then a manhattan.

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Water cooler phrase of the month: seagull management.
It's used to describe a boss who swoops in, makes a lot of noise, craps on everything, and then swoops back out.
(Cosmopolitan Australia, September 2004)

Sounds familiar?