Okay, I’m done. This is the last one, I promise.

But hey! What am I complaining about anyway? Miranda does make one brief attempt at feminism. While shopping for Halloween costumes, she holds two up for Carrie to see: “Witch or kitten, it’s like we only have two options.” Two? I’d say three; witch, kitten—and consumer. (Something for the ladies out there to think about: maybe you don’t have to buy EITHER Halloween costume.)

Bah. Enough. I feel like someone dumped me. I feel like the whiny ex girlfriend writing ranty emails and livejournal entries, trying to prove why she is right, and only proving that she is hurt, or worse, crazy.

Sex and the City the Movie, you broke my heart.