For the Ladies of New York, The Real Super Bowl Has Arrived
Sunday, June 1, 2008
For Women in Manhattan, There is No Other TicketOf course it's worse in Manhattan. Perhaps the fever pitch is not so deafening in middle America, down South, or out West, as it is on this fair island. But, as a NYC resident, all I can comment on is what I have seen, heard and read for the past three days. It is (and has been) intense, constant and omnipresent. The reverberations of the hype are inescapable no matter your age, gender or ethnicity. The Super Bowl event of the decade for seemingly every woman between the ages of 15 and 65 has arrived: Sex and the City is in theaters.
Yes, a happening that I can only adequately compare to the Super Bowl has overtaken this city and virtually all of its female inhabitants. Carrie, Samantha, Miranda and Charlotte have made their debut together on the big screen, and the more I think about it, the more the male Super Bowl/female Sex and the City movie analogy is not only adequate, it is the perfect parallel. Consider the frightening similarities:
1. Unending Hype: Much like their male brethren around the annual NFL Championship, the Sex and the City movie has been surrounded by nauseating hype spurred by the fans themselves. From commercials to previews from every critic on every network, early grumblings on the Internet and plenty of talk around the water cooler, you cannot go anywhere without someone spouting off their unsolicited opinion. However, instead of whispering about the boot Brady is sporting on his foot, it's rabid speculation about the "Blahniks" adorning Bradshaw's.
2. Tough Ticket: Everyone knows scoring admittance to the Super Bowl is no picnic. Getting your hands on a ticket requires foresight, planning and big bucks. While a viewing of the Sex and the City movie might not put one back a few grand, it's definitely become the type of event that demands a plan. A quick tour around the city on Friday and Saturday was testament enough that "just winging it" was a ticket to nowhere for Sex and the City devotees.
3. Supporting Cast Superstars: In the week leading up to the Super Bowl, everyone becomes a superstar. Assistant coaches, trainers, and even video camera operators, take their turn underneaht the spotlight. All of the sudden their role in the big game becomes the talk among dudes who can't find enough about the game to argue about. So, it is with Sex and the City and famous Hollywood designer Patricia Field. Forget about Carrie and Mr. Big, it's the outfits from Field that have every female from Brooklyn to Boca talkin'.
4. Meticulous Planning: On Super Bowl Sunday, no self-respecting male is without a plan. The question of "what are you doing for the game" is so much more than meets the eye. The game is a time period of nary a few hours. The "plan" often extends to the entire day and involves food, beverages, multiple individuals and plenty of discussions in advance of the event itself. So it is, with S & C.
Case in point: last week my fiancee informed me of what she was doing on Monday night: Sex and the City. No more, no less. It was said simply and in a matter-of-fact tone, much the same way I would comment about the Super Bowl. It was clear this more than a movie, it was an evening. It was an event. Dinner would be scheduled beforehand (sushi). Movie at 8:10 p.m. Followed by gelato and what is sure-to-be intense "post-game" discussion. It ain't wings, beer and more beer, mixed with non-stop play-by-play breakdown, but it's the same idea.
5. Completely Superfluous Analysis: Yup. Just like the fellas who spend obscene amounts of time re-living every big third down, coach's decision and pass interference call from Super Bowl Sunday, so do the ladies with S&C. I've personally watched the PC screens of female co-workers light up the "morning after" (their personal viewing) scouring Web sites, blogs and message boards to check out prevailing opinion, and, of course, furiously and often over-emotionally sharing theirs. Sound familiar?
Oh yes, Sex and the City has certainly arrived. Anywhere you look it's tough to avoid. I, for one, promise to only watch the commercials. They're usually the best part anyway. I mean, right?
Yes, a happening that I can only adequately compare to the Super Bowl has overtaken this city and virtually all of its female inhabitants. Carrie, Samantha, Miranda and Charlotte have made their debut together on the big screen, and the more I think about it, the more the male Super Bowl/female Sex and the City movie analogy is not only adequate, it is the perfect parallel. Consider the frightening similarities:
1. Unending Hype: Much like their male brethren around the annual NFL Championship, the Sex and the City movie has been surrounded by nauseating hype spurred by the fans themselves. From commercials to previews from every critic on every network, early grumblings on the Internet and plenty of talk around the water cooler, you cannot go anywhere without someone spouting off their unsolicited opinion. However, instead of whispering about the boot Brady is sporting on his foot, it's rabid speculation about the "Blahniks" adorning Bradshaw's.
2. Tough Ticket: Everyone knows scoring admittance to the Super Bowl is no picnic. Getting your hands on a ticket requires foresight, planning and big bucks. While a viewing of the Sex and the City movie might not put one back a few grand, it's definitely become the type of event that demands a plan. A quick tour around the city on Friday and Saturday was testament enough that "just winging it" was a ticket to nowhere for Sex and the City devotees.
3. Supporting Cast Superstars: In the week leading up to the Super Bowl, everyone becomes a superstar. Assistant coaches, trainers, and even video camera operators, take their turn underneaht the spotlight. All of the sudden their role in the big game becomes the talk among dudes who can't find enough about the game to argue about. So, it is with Sex and the City and famous Hollywood designer Patricia Field. Forget about Carrie and Mr. Big, it's the outfits from Field that have every female from Brooklyn to Boca talkin'.
4. Meticulous Planning: On Super Bowl Sunday, no self-respecting male is without a plan. The question of "what are you doing for the game" is so much more than meets the eye. The game is a time period of nary a few hours. The "plan" often extends to the entire day and involves food, beverages, multiple individuals and plenty of discussions in advance of the event itself. So it is, with S & C.
Case in point: last week my fiancee informed me of what she was doing on Monday night: Sex and the City. No more, no less. It was said simply and in a matter-of-fact tone, much the same way I would comment about the Super Bowl. It was clear this more than a movie, it was an evening. It was an event. Dinner would be scheduled beforehand (sushi). Movie at 8:10 p.m. Followed by gelato and what is sure-to-be intense "post-game" discussion. It ain't wings, beer and more beer, mixed with non-stop play-by-play breakdown, but it's the same idea.
5. Completely Superfluous Analysis: Yup. Just like the fellas who spend obscene amounts of time re-living every big third down, coach's decision and pass interference call from Super Bowl Sunday, so do the ladies with S&C. I've personally watched the PC screens of female co-workers light up the "morning after" (their personal viewing) scouring Web sites, blogs and message boards to check out prevailing opinion, and, of course, furiously and often over-emotionally sharing theirs. Sound familiar?
Oh yes, Sex and the City has certainly arrived. Anywhere you look it's tough to avoid. I, for one, promise to only watch the commercials. They're usually the best part anyway. I mean, right?
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You forgot that no one watches the Super Bowl by themselves. Same goes for Sex & the City.
excellent pt
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