Because my daughter sure does. Incidentally, her favourite female protagonist is Charlotte (yes, she’s quite girly), and her top male choice is Harry, Charlotte’s Jewish beau.
There’s no flies on my little one. When Samantha’s giving it the “f” word, I turned to her and said “There you are; lots of people say that, even women”, to which she replied rather dismissively “That’s television”.
The DVDs are pretty much the unedited version, I would imagine. Samantha bouncing around topless, quite a bit of effing. We’re none of us great Samantha fans.
Actually, the show is rather prissy. Sarah Parker obviously has a clause written into her contract that she always wears a bra while having sex. My favourite episode remains the one where Charlotte is seduced by the European artist and his portrait ‘The Cunt’. Marvellous play on all the pretensions and snobberies surrounding gullible but wannabe WASPs and randy old Euro goats.
I couldn’t imagine wathing it with my father, though my mum would be up for it, I think.
Well, she understands about relationships, and the difficulty of finding Mr Right. She understands the different appeal (and weaknesses) of Carrie’s various boyfriends: Big’s money and charm, Aidan’s laid-backness, Berger’s insecurities. None of us understand what she sees in the old Russian.
She understands that Miranda thinks she doesn’t want to be a mum - but really does - and that she doesn’t want to love Steve - but really does. She thinks Samantha is rather a bore.
She pretty much understands how babies are made, although discussions arising from There’s Something About Mary certainly helped quite a bit there.
Actually, she watched most episodes of Sex and the City before her mum and dad got to see them, as she watches them on computer with her two Chinese cousins (17 and 20). Goodness knows what they talk about when she sleeps over there!
Eh, how bad can the show be? I’ve seen a few episodes and don’t remember anything horribly raunchy. It’s not like nudity and swear words are going to ruin a kid.
Hell, I would imagine Scarface is worlds worse than SitC and I pretty much grew up with that movie. I think I was about 4 the first time I saw it (though I didn’t really like it until I was about 15. I pretty much thought it was boring before then.)
Kids are smarter and more rational than we give them credit for. I see things occasionally and think “I would never let my kids see that!” (even though I don’t have any yet), but then I stop and think, “wait, I watched worse than that when I was a kid, and I’m fine.”
If TV or videogames can screw up your child, I hate to be the one to tell you that there is already a deeper problem there.
Goodness knows, indeed. Is this some sort of bad whoosh? Do you honestly have zero control of what goes into your child’s mind? And zero desire to control it? And somehow this is amusing?
No whoosh. She enjoys the show and learns some things through it in a contextual way that can be discussed in a relaxed way. She’s keen to learn more about the natural world (including sex - incidentally, she also watches documentaries that show animals coupling, and takes an interest in the mating and bitrthing habits of our pet hamsters). In the Amazing Race it’s the interaction between the couples that fascinates her as much as the actual contests they have to take part in.
She doesn’t watch violent stuff and horror because she doesn’t like it as much as us telling her not to. She sampled bits - we let her - and she decided it wasn’t for her.
I think it does depend on the kid, and on whether (s)he’s an only child or not. You get to know them probably as well as anyone you will ever know in your life, so the enforcement of rules or adherence to codes of conduct may not always be necessary.
Never seen SitC, but I presume it’s no raunchier than Frank Zappa’s stuff (well, I dunno, is there any mudshark sex?), and I’m planning on raising my kids on FZ. I mean, come on, the ancient Romans had paintings of bestial orgies and stuff in their dining rooms, and they lasted pretty damn long. And don’t kids in nomadic tribal societies grow up watching their parents gettin’ it on in the one-room tent they all live in? I would imagine that’s a lot more traumatic than TV, yet they seem to get along fine.