One Gay’s Complaints on Sex & the City 2
By now all the interested parties who wanted to get dressed up to the nines, have a girls’ night out drinking cosmos and watch the Sex & the City sequel have already done it so I’m not actually revealing any pivotal plot points in this rant. In order to do that there’d have to be a legitimate plot for me to reveal. Let me start off by saying that I enjoyed the series enough that I own every season on DVD. I can quote lines upon lines of dialogue from the show and before the first movie came out I did want to get dressed up and catch the midnight screening of the movie. But the sequel was just a piece of crap that made no sense at all. I left the theater slightly confused. I wasn’t ready to demand a refund but I wasn’t sure if I liked it either. After taking a few days to let it marinate I realized what bothered me so much about the movie.
My main issue started off right at the beginning with the big, gay wedding of Stanford Blatch and Anthony Marantino. Really Sex & the City writers? Really?! Ever since they met, Stanford and Anthony hated each other but you had to go and have the two homos in the series end up together in the end. There were no other homosexual men in all of New York City available for them to end up with. None at all? Both Stanford and Anthony went through all of the gays in Manhattan and decided that they were better off together? They scoured every bar, club and coffeehouse in all of Chelsea and came up with nothing else? Come on now, that’s just lazy writing.
Granted some of the hottest sex I’ve ever had has been with people I can’t stand but that doesn’t mean I want to spend the rest of my life with them. I don’t even want to spend the rest night with them. My complaint is that this just further encourages my straight friends to try and hook me up with the first homosexual they meet. “You two would be perfect for each other!” Why? Because we’re both gay? How about you give me one thing we have in common besides the fact that we both love penis and then I’ll decide if I let you set me up. Now if you’re new gay friend is Channing Tatum look-alike then please ignore that previous sentence but in general how about you put in a little effort if you are going to try and set me up? At least half of the Sex & the City writers must have been gay men. Why would they go and perpetuate the myth that just because two people are gay, they’re automatically perfect for each other. I don’t try and set you up with my newly widowed uncle just because you’re both straight and single, do me the same courtesy.
And why was Carrie buying spices?! We all know that bitch doesn’t cook.
