Goddess, I Am.

I’ve gone off the idea of living in huge cities after living in Bangkok for a while, but these days I’ve found myself wishing that I lived in Manila – all because many of my online buddies won’t stop talking about attending this or that Sex and the City 2 advanced screening at this or that cinema in the capital. Really, it sucks having to wait until the 2nd of June to see it here in Cebu when it’s been out since the 27th of May everywhere else.

I am, however, taking solace in the fact that this time around, I will be watching it with my ladies. When Sex and the City: The Movie came out two years ago, I was still in Bangkok where I had zero girlfriends, so I had no one else to watch it with but The Husband, who spent half the time bitching and moaning that his balls were shrinking and that Sarah Jessica Parker needed a horse tack – a sentiment shared by most men that I find really offensive, by the way, because I personally think SJP is GORGEOUS! And as much as I love The Husband, this is one movie I would rather watch with ladies who can appreciate everything that SATC represents.

Okay, I’m off to get those first-day tickets before they run out.

I discovered my appetite for writing right about the same time that the first season of Sex and the City started airing. Naturally, Carrie Bradshaw became my idol almost overnight. Even now, 12 years hence, I still have to consciously avoid Bradshaw-ish euphemisms when I’m (supposedly) free writing; the character’s influence on me is that great.

Now, Carrie has always had a Mac. From the PowerBook to the iBook G3 Clamshell to the Macbook Pro – you name it, she’s had it. Because of that, I’ve always associated Macs as a ‘writer thing’, and I have drooled and fantasized about owning one since, thinking that it’s going to make a better writer out of me, or at least, inspire me enough to write more. The moment I could afford it, I got my first Mac, with the second – and current – one hard on its heels. And true enough, the switch did inspire me to write more and write better, probably because I no longer had to suffer the constant headaches that my PCs and netbooks of old used to plague me with.

But I digress. I guess what I’m trying to say is Carrie’s Mac, whatever model it may be, is a freakin’ Sex and the City institution. It’s a character in its own right, and replacing it with an inferior HP – or any other brand, for that matter – is nothing short of sacrilege. Really, this isn’t just the Apple fan girl in me speaking; this is me being a Sex and the City fan girl. And I’m sure there are plenty of other Sex and the City fans out there – Mac users or otherwise – that feel the same way as I do about the switch (or downgrade, the way I see it).

I wonder how much HP paid to get their product placement in? Well, whatever ridiculous figure it might be, they are surely getting their money’s worth, even with the new advertisement alone, featuring not only Sarah Jessica Parker, but also the aptly named HP Envy, the so-called Macbook Pro clone. Capitalism has no shame, indeed. I must admit (albeit grudgingly), however, that it (the advert, not the laptop) does look really good, from its general concept, down to the lighting.

Still, this will not, in any way, stop me from being at the cinema bright and early on opening day to watch my favorite girls and their latest shenanigans. I can barely sit still from all the excitement! I’m loving the whole Middle Eastern angle and the return of Aidan and the idea of Samantha on a camel, to name just a few. With that sort of entertainment to look forward to, I guess I can forgive this, umm, desecration.

But then, I probably would forgive Sex and the City anything, truth be told.