No Sex in the City

About a decade ago, when I was just beginning my career in advertising, I was given a free book as graff (aka gifts to get your business.) One of those gifts happened to be a new book entitled Sex and the City. I was immediately intrigued. I lived in the city. I liked sex. How bad could this book be?

Bad. However, what led to my negative feelings might have been the blatant desperation that came through by each of the protagonists, on each of the pages. These women weren't embracing their sexuality- they were approaching 40 and shouting for mercy. They didn't embrace being single- they feared it.

Flash forward several years and Sex and the City is one of HBO's top programs. We are on a first name basis with Samantha, Carrie, Miranda, and Charlotte. Sunday night TV is not just an activity- it turns into girl parties. It lasts for 6 or so wonderful years. And then it's over.

Even though SATC airs every Tuesday and Wednesday on TBS, something changed. And I am not talking about the minimal sex and deletion of the F bomb. I began to see just how annoying Carrie is, and for one reason: her puns.

If you love the show, then stop reading now, as I promise that once you begin to listen to her corny sense of humor, your skin will crawl with every line the poor character utters. Dating short men to her would be a "hobbit habbit." She doesn't just love date Jewish men from Long Island, she dates "bagels with cream cheese." Make it stop!

Focus on Samantha's orgasms, Charlotte's naivity, or Miranda's red hair. Just don't listen to Carrie. Her puns are not fun.