She Said: Is there such a thing as a happy ending?

Since the show Sex and the City ended I’ve gone from being in my early 20s to late 20s and more interested in having sex in the city than watching the show. 

I thought I was over it, I convinced myself the fashion was dated and that the girls are now like fabulous older women than friends I relate too. It’s for this reason you can imagine my surprise as the movie started drawing closer and the time to catch up over a bag of popcorn and hear all their news in the form of a 2½ hour movie, became eminent, that I started to feel really, really nervous.

Reports started coming out about how the story ends.  I furiously started to research what had happened to the characters.

One mag said Charlotte gets dumped by Harry because he finds out he is not Jewish.

Another claims that Big leaves Carrie in a big way at the alter (is there any other way to leave someone at the alter?).

Another says Miranda finds out Steve has an affair…

… Samantha’s boyfriend Smith gets castrated and she can never have sex again…

NO! NO! NO! NO!  I screamed.

Why you ask? Because I want a happy ending! Plain and simple.

Sure it might have been four years since I said goodbye to the four women who felt like friends and now, the truth is I’ve grown up, possibly and moved on (at least I thought I had) but I don’t want anything to change, I liked how it ended. Or rather, how it didn’t end.

I was happy with how things were left. Every time I had a hangover, suffered a break up or just simply waiting at the airport with a couple of hours to kill – out came the jumbo box of Sex and the City DVDs. I would reflect with my ‘friends’ and neither they nor their morals ever changed.

Seeing them on the big screen might open up a jar of worms and I’m worried. Very worried.

After all, it’s not okay if someone talks about relationships their entire life and then a successful one eludes them. It’s not cool - it’s contrived.

I want a happy ending so badly now, I almost cringe with excitement when I think about seeing the flick.

I for one am hoping the girls get one.


He Said: Everybody needs a happy ending...

Okay, yeah. I hear you guys screaming “Chick flick!”

Like I’m some kind of sissy for looking forward to this movie.

I’ll let you in on a little secret, buster: Sex and the City is a show about beautiful women and they’re constantly talking about or having sex! For years, Sex and the City gave me a reason to subscribe to HBO. Like all TV shows that make the jump to the big screen, I expect things to be bigger and more spectacular. No explosions necessary. In fact, if the foursome are sitting in a bar sipping Cosmopolitans when a terrorist bomb goes off, I’m gonna be pissed!

I have my own ideas about how I’d like to see things end up for “the girls”. Specifically, not too permanent because I hope the movie is a huge success and we get a sequel, which means more Kim Cattrall, which is never a bad thing, wrinkles or not.

Here’s how I hope things end for the gang...

Carrie and Big get married and live happily ever after…

Charlotte and Harry adopt more kids and then she has a surprise pregnancy of triplets…

Miranda slows down, quits the big law firm and opens up a small one of her own (maybe she and Harry could open a firm together). I want her to buy her husband Steve his own bar…

Samantha stays exactly the same – because she’s perfect just like she is – but I want her to keep Smith at the top of the rotation list. There are lots of men in her life (and I mean LOTS, God bless her, but he’s the only one she loves…

It will be interesting to see how the new movie treats the fact that these ladies are older and wiser. Will they age gracefully or fight it tooth and nail?

It was occasionally painful watching the girls of Sex and the City dissect the men in their lives and discuss what was wrong with this one or that one. I hope the ladies learn to accept that Mr. Right may not be Mr. Perfect. Oh, who am I kidding? This isn’t reality. 

Will we get happy endings for Carrie, Charlotte, Miranda, and Samantha? You bet your tub of buttered popcorn!


From the Mouths of Babes…
Savvy revisits the Sex series in hopes of gleaning some clues…

Samantha: Until he says "I love you", you're a free agent.
Carrie: What is this? The Rules According to Samantha?
Samantha: See? I'm more old-fashioned than you think.

Miranda: I love how they say "until recently, the bride 'worked'."
Carrie: Yeah, meaning she quit her job as soon as she found her soul-mate-slash-investment-banker.

Carrie: Married people don't hate singles, they just want us 'figured out'.

Carrie: After a break-up, certain street, locations, even times of day are off-limits. The city becomes a deserted battlefield, loaded with emotional landmines. You have to be very careful where you step or you could be blown to pieces.

Samantha: You've got to get online, honey. If only for the porn.