I can’t bring myself to watch the video. I’m already cringing too much.

If it means she leafs the headlines, I will call that a win.

WORD.

Nah, Carrie was awful. Big wasn’t amazing either, but Carrie was just terrible - I’m glad Burger ghosted her.

The amount of times I’ve seen “mother to xx, wife to xx” in the Instagram “about me” taglines is insane.

Yes. It’s put me off from having kids (I have other reasons too, obviously). But it is a fear of mine, that if I choose to have kids all of a sudden people will only ask me about little Johnny’s diapers and nap schedule and forget I’m a human with feelings and opinions outside of my family.

Am I the only one who gets super creeped out by women who so thoroughly adopt the “mom” identity that it may as well be their name? That shit ain’t right.

White wine is the drink of choice for a huge number of middle-class women with addiction. It’s a misconception that you have to be downing vodka to develop alcohol addiction.

Pretty sure Carrie Bradshaw (I speak only of the TV/Movie version because I haven’t read the book) is the worst. She’s such a selfish, self-centered piece of work, and if I have to hear “I couldn’t help but wonder” one more time I may scream.

Angel?

Yogurt sucks. There I said it.

I’m working my way through the Angel recaps written by someone who loooooooves Spike, thinks Gunn is too good for the show and HAAAAAAAATES David Boreanaz.

Can’t tell you how much I hate the wink-wink “mom’s juice” promotion of wine drinking! I know too many women (“moms” and non-moms) who have developed alcohol problems in middle age. I don’t care how successful you are or if you have kids, if you are daytime drinking in your living room or drinking daily at night to…

“Mr. Big (whom Samantha described as ‘the next Donald Trump’ *shiver*)”

This is such BS. His real name was Mike Logan and he was a NYPD detective.

It doesn’t age well because the main character, Carrie, is a self absorbed asshole.

The entire series somehow, miraculously, continues to age less and less well with time. In retrospect, Mr. Big (whom Samantha described as “the next Donald Trump” *shiver*) had and did nothing to merit that nickname. A car and Raul? Meh. A move to Napa? Eh.

I love Silicon Valley, and think that the scene where they figure out middle-out compression by using a handjob analogy is one of the funniest scenes of television, but yeah, I agree with you that it can be a really frustrating show to watch. I get that they need to keep creating tension because there’d be no point if…

But I’m not sitting here saying, “I need more lines. I’m not funny enough.” I’m not Thomas Middleditch.

“I didn’t talk to Alec because I don’t like Alec”