Dear Sex and the City 2,

I am writing this letter to you as a defeated fan. I might not have entered the Sex and the City universe until 2001, when a random e-mail buddy convinced me to watch and ignore my disinterest in fashion-centric fare, but I was converted quickly. Intermingled with the Manolo monologues and ridiculous fashion was a show with smarts. In all its ridiculousness and sometimes over-the-top fervor, were strong and defiant women.

The show offered professional, successful women who weren't one dimensional fiends salivating over husbands and baby making (even Charlotte had her depth), who had strong friendships free of catty, hair-pulling behavior, an openness to diversity and spanky, alternative lifestyles, and refreshing attitudes and conversations about sexuality and sex.

And then came the movie.
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