wait - 'women' as in biological females?

I'm just hoping to get in on the whole 'frenzied mating shriek' thing. And, you know, avoid any sobs/vomit.

This is true, so true. We have sex and the city widgets on our blog updating everyone with all the latest news and photos about the movie, the stars and all the excitement. This is the 'Star Wars' for women.

I know an Asian fusion greasy chopstick in East New York that will send them all scurrying back to Levittown.

And yet, none of them talk about going out and getting laid. Wasn't that kind of the whole point of the show? I mean, sex is in the title.

I'm going to watch it like any single gal in the city.

Alone.

In the late afternoon hours of Saturday.

Crossing my fingers hoping my ex or anybody I know doesn't see me.

Ditto on the "getting laid" comment. What's the deal with American men; the reason this show is popular is that American men have zero glamour; they only dress up and act romantic on prom night and maybe for their wedding. So sad; just look at the legions of mismatched young men and women on Saturday night everywhere; cocktail dress for her with stilettos; jeans and gym shoes for him; what gives?

@LPierall: No, this is more "Attack of the Clones".

@LPierall: Make that "Star Wars" for twats. For me, I'll just let "Star Wars" be my "Star Wars". (Though I qualify that by saying that I ignore that episode I-III ever happened.)

@Itsjustcatnip: III wasn't bad. It was good to see Obi Wan actually doing something.

@Mike_Jahn: NOOOOOOO!!!! Don't send them back here. I want to be able to go see it at my movie theater without having to look around and feel like I'm at the Sound of Music Sing Along for Soccer Moms.

These deranged acolytes otherwise known as "Blahniks."

Even Oprah is saying, leave your best wife now.

You know, I kind of liked the show. But associating myself with such an obnoxious crowd like that almost makes me hate the show, and reminds me why I'm embarrassed to tell my friends I watch it. I'll still see the movie but it will be sometime in mid-June when the mania has gone. And I definately will NOT see it in NYC.

Eww eww eww. On behalf of 'normal' women (i.e. Non-SATC maniacs), I apologize for my gender. Srsly.

the masses are being encouraged to consume ... film at 11

@backseat_driver10023: no you will be with "your man Manhattan"

@Bsana: I loved the show. But all this manic play-acting is pretty deranged. Usually it's guys who have trouble with the blurring of identity lines -like the Trekkies. It's strange to see women doing it, no?

"I'm the Kim Cattral of the group."

Of course you are. Every single woman over 40 in Manhattan is saying that. And then they go out to a cougar bar in their mini skirts and order a Cosmo and sit at the bar and wait for that one particularly pretty but vaccuous 25-30 year old to hit on them and tell them they're 30. Only in this version, after the cougar sex, the guy goes back to his friends and ridicules her. It's always healthy and productive to identify with a fictional character

@HeyWhoTookMyStapler: I will sign any petition supporting your sentiment.

It makes me cringe.

Whiskey straight up with a steak, rare please. No, no I don't need the silverware.

@meerkat: Agreed! Years ago, I went to a couple of scifi/fantasy conventions (please, don't ask me why) and it was not a pretty sight. Seriously overweight and pimply men squeezed into roleplaying costumes discussing the philosophy behind Buffy the Vampire Slayer?!? Again, not a pretty sight but ripe for comedy at the least.

@tracyflick:
Lady, I'M the Kim Cattral of the group!
Well, except I don't have the ridiculously expensive loft in Manhattan. I can't afford to dress in outrageous designer fashions (and I'm not, nor have ever been, a size 00). I don't have the glam job or any interns. Oh, I also don't have the impossibly hot actor boyfriend half my age who is devoted to me.
::crickets::
::gunshot::

@Jenelle: My ex-roommate used to give me relationship advice based on the show. When my boyfriend broke up with me with a text message, her first reaction was "OMG that's just like when whatshisname ended things with Carrie on a Post-It!". Um... yeah.. Except THEY are fictional characters, whereas my heartbreak is real, beotch. Can't wait for the SATC mania to end.

This is depressing. As a single NYC woman in her late thirties with a cat, I refuse to be sucked into this BS marketing scheme.

Sobs and vomit? Happy St. Paddy's Day!

@Bsana:
That's exactly what I would picture. Creepy and sad, in a buffoonish way.

But maybe no more idiotic than a woman who would actually say "I'm the Kim Catrall of the group." (Cringe.)

I always liked the show, when it was on HBO, but since it went basic cable it's all bridge & tunnel and totally dumbed down (like everything else, it seems). Now it's like everything else in the once fabulous Manhattan: Over-run by the idiotic, obnoxious hoards I moved here to get away from.

@crazycatlady: And the worst part is that all the actresses now look beyond scary and aged. Cattral is no longer sleek and sexy, SJP's face and hair looks hideous. Even Kristen Davis now looks her age. Being neurotic and self-obsessed at 35 is a little funny. At 42? Kind of tragic.

@LPierall: 'Star Wars'

I'm a chick, and I resent that. If someone bought me a Sex and the City gift set, I would sell it for the money to buy a digitally remastered copy of the original trilogy.

I think we need to make all these women work a weekend in Home Depot as penance.

I tend to think of this as the "Hannah Montana" for sad, desperate soul.

I'm not sure, but I think this might have turned me gay.

I don't like gangs. Gangs of late middle aged wannabe 20-something ago menopausal women. No thanks. I'm going to hide while I watch it. I'll be watching it on DVD. I really just want to see if someone dies.

P.S. Magnolia sucks.

I also have it on good authority that Adolph Hitler's unpublished follow-up to Mein Kampf was, in fact, titled Asian Fusion Dinner Party.

They'll drink their Cosmos and then eat your BRAAAAIIIINNNNS.

That makes me deeply embarrassed to be female.

/grits teeth; waits for it all to pass...

@LPierall: No, this is Star Wars for people who like crap.

The girl who sits behind me at work has a countdown and references it at least 10 times a day. She refuses to read plot spoilers (so i make a point of accidentally loudly mentioning them to other people within her earshot) and basically has made me realize that if i actually bother to see this on opening weekend, the theatre will be filled with annoying people like her.

Why don't they just wait for the movie to come out on cable, and then watch it on TV while drinking cosmopolitans with one hand and masturbating with the other?

And then wake up the next morning, still sitting on the same couch, with a wicked hangover and their underwear around their ankles?

And then, after a quiet cry in the shower, spend the dismal, headachey subway ride to work pondering whether to finally go for it and get that tattoo on their ankle?

You know, like they did when the show was still on TV. For old times' sake.

At least what these girls have planned sounds a lot safer than those "Looking for Mr. Goodbar" parties back in 1977.

a congestion pricing surcharge for all cosmos and cupcakes consumed in 10014 will go toward cleaning up some of that vomit.
@annieuro: i have it on good authority that the lardcakes at magnolia are actually duncan hines. morons!

@MisterHippity: Do they pull their underwear back up?

Just tell us when it's safe to leave Brooklyn again, please.

If you need me, I'll be at Hooters.

@MisterHippity: That made me both laugh and cry. Laughed because it was funny. Cry because it's true.

This has now rivaled the Puerto Rican Day Parade as the "get the hell out of NY for the weekend" event.

@dandles: If they knew how to get laid, they wouldn;t be this obsessive about the movie. Hence the cats.

PS - Anyone want to go mugging with me on May 30th?

@KarenUhOh: Shuffling all day is the penance.