All hail to Lindy West of Seattle's The Stranger, who maybe didn't luuuurrrrvvve SATC2. A succulent little nibble:
SATC2 takes everything that I hold dear as a woman and as a human—working hard, contributing to society, not being an entitled cunt like it's my job—and rapes it to death with a stiletto that costs more than my car. It is 146 minutes long, which means that I entered the theater in the bloom of youth and emerged with a family of field mice living in my long, white mustache. This is an entirely inappropriate length for what is essentially a home video of gay men playing with giant Barbie dolls. But I digress.
I simply insist that you read the whole thing. Go ahead, I'll wait. [The cinetrix impatiently taps her distinctly not stiletto-shod foot — I'm rockin' K.Jacques cork wedges, bitches.]
H/T: the incomparable 'Fesser
