I love Sex and the City.  I have a no idea why.  It is such a delightful, sinful mind-numbing show. I swear I feel ashamed I enjoy it so much but I do. I own all of the TV seasons on DVD and have watched them all a ton. When I used to live without cable I would sit and study with Sex and the City in the background.  Or when I was feeling blue and lonely I would watch the show.

Something about it is addicting yet moving.  I guess it just hits close to home.  So the movie came out yesterday.  I watched it twice in the movie theaters, with two different groups of girlfriends.  And yes I cried both times.  I did a comprehensive review about the movie on my LivingAlmostLarge blog here.

AGAIN SPOILER ALERT!!!!

Anyway I was disappointed at the ending when Carrie marries Mr. Big.  I thought it would have been more fitting if she had just continued to live with him.  I think I wanted her to make the same statement as the end of the show, that happy endings happen, but they aren’t always what you think they will be.

I thought she was cool without being married and being with the one she loved!  But the movie just sort of made it seem like marriage was the end all be all.  The empowering part was Samantha leaving Smith to be alone.  That she needed to be her.  And that was the best part and truly inspirational.  That women don’t need men to be complete they are complete alone.

I believe it calls to both men and women nowadays.  I have so many single 30+ friends that I know they need hope it’s okay. It’s okay to not get married. It’s okay to be alone.  What’s wrong with it?

Should they settle into a marriage they aren’t happy with just because?  So they can have the marriage and children everyone expects?