The White Lily Blog


Who Loves Ya?

 

Let’s not talk about Wall Street, let’s talk about love!

Let’s commune for a second with the spirit of poor Carrie Bradshaw, who wanted Real Love (but got registered as Third Wife).

Love is hard to find! Now sex, on the other hand, is easy. Almost any combination of organs, in whatever numbers (threesomes, groups, solitary self-abusers) can achieve it. You can have sex with or without consent. You can have sex with a sheep. You can definitely have sex with a sheep without consent (because, how would you know?).

But love is hard to find.

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In the End, That’s All It Was: Just Sex in the City

To the scandal of my wiser friends, I looked forward to the movie version of Sex and the City. The television series had been truly surprising. For one thing, Miranda chose life over abortion, chose Steve over promiscuity, chose marriage, and in one of the most touching episodes, showed real love for her extremely difficult mother-in-law. She actually turned and left the abortion mill. You don’t see that often in today’s market.

Samantha chose love, too, holding hands with her younger man, pledging monogamy. Charlotte found love. Carrie Bradshaw found love, when Mr. Big found rescued her in Paris, and admitted his love for her and took her home to New York. In spite of the characters’ promiscuity and shopping addictiosn, the scripts seemed aware of the possibility of love. In our world, where precisely that, love itself, is on the slave auction block, that’s a lot.

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