I took a week off from ‘Almost Carrie’ to enjoy the holidays, but don’t think for a second that I stopped contemplating Sex and the City‘s profound effects on society. In fact, Christmas vacation proved a catalyst for a complicated meditation on one of Sex and the City’s most enduring controversies—the ubiquitous presence of SATC stuff…. Read more »
One of the best things about living in a city like New York is leaving it. —Carrie Bradshaw (Season 1, Episode 3— “Bay of Married Pigs”) My husband and I are leaving New York for the holidays, renting a car and driving to Elkton, VA to spend Christmas with my brother-in-law and his family on… Read more »
There comes a time in the life of every serious Sex and the City tour guide when she’s forced to contemplate her field’s most insurmountable theoretical quandary: What is your favorite episode? My answer is as complicated as anyone’s, but when I’m in a pressure situation I’ve always relied on one response: “Hot Child in… Read more »
Last Thursday night, my husband and I went to a party that Esquire Magazine* hosted at a 23.5 million dollar apartment. The apartment, known as the ClockTower Penthouse, is a triplex in DUMBO, Brooklyn, and is the most expensive piece of real estate in the borough. The main floor features four enormous working glass clock… Read more »
There are some plays that, no matter how many different versions I’ve seen over the years, I will continue to seek out simply because the writing is so extraordinary. A Streetcar Named Desire comes to mind. Then there are plays that, although they are very good—masterpieces even—I feel no pressing need to ever see again. … Read more »
6:43 PM, Thanksgiving Day Carrie’s cell phone rings. It’s Miranda. Carrie picks up. Carrie: Is this the annual I’m-in-hell call? Miranda: I’m in hell. Are you in hell? Please tell me you’re in hell. Carrie: Well…. Miranda: Carrie, Steve is leading my entire family in a Piano Man sing-along. Please don’t let me… Read more »
Mary Bly is a tenured professor of English Literature at Fordham University with a bachelor’s degree from Harvard, a master’s from Oxford, and a PhD from Yale. According to her Fordham faculty page, her current project, The Geography of Puns: London’s Bawdy Whores, addresses “the geographical and linguistic economies of early modern London.” She serves as… Read more »
As most readers know, I am not from New York. I am from Belfast, Maine where, as you can imagine, the taxi culture is limited. If you peruse the Yellow Pages, you will find a few taxi companies that service Waldo County, but the companies are usually just folks with a spare station wagon looking… Read more »
We left off last week with me and Sarah Jessica Parker alone in an elevator, her a guest at an awards ceremony honoring Cynthia Nixon, and me a volunteer working the event. She had just told me that she loved my outfit, which included an oversized flower pin à la Carrie Bradshaw. The year was 2006…. Read more »
One of the first things that people ask when they take my tour is if I’ve met Sarah Jessica Parker. Actually, what they really ask is “Have you met her?”—that breathy her the only indication necessary to let me know just who they mean. SJP. Her. Celebrity sightings in New York are fairly common. Just… Read more »
