I wouldn’t consider myself a “fan” but I watched the show occasionally when it aired (I didn’t have HBO but a friend did) and have caught many episodes in re-runs (I can’t recall where it re-ran though - was an edited version run on cable at some point?). I’d say I’ve probably seen about 60-75% of the episodes.
I’m with ThelmaLou - I don’t need to relate to the characters to enjoy the show. I never once felt that the show accurately represented women or womankind or even wealthy thirtysomething women in New York. And certainly not me or my friends! It’s story-telling. It’s entertainment. I don’t have to want to be the people in the show - or even think they are realistic - to enjoy stories about them.
The implication - which even my husband likes to indulge in - that all women who enjoyed SATC spent hours of their lives debating if they were more of a “Miranda” or a “Samantha” and oogling over Carrie’s shoe collection is far more insulting to women than anything portrayed in the show. I never once felt like the show spoke to where I was in life or my relationships. Neither did Friends. Or Seinfeld. Or ER. Or The X-Files, or Twin Peaks, or the Simpsons. Or any other show that I avidly watched and enjoyed in the 90s. So why is it so astonishing that one could enjoy a TV show without being accused of secretly wanting to own a closet full of $400 shoes? It’s infuriating.
And at what point did it become appropriate criticism to evaluate a TV show on the sexual attractiveness of the principal cast? It’s fine if you think they are all trolls, but how does this, in itself, make it a terrible show? Even if I didn’t particularly like the show, the unmitigated hatred and bile spewed against women considered less than bang-able when they DARE to ooze across a TV screen (I’m looking at you, Stink Fish Pot) literally sends shivers up my spine. If the counter-argument is “but the whole premise is to show the glamorous lives of four gorgeous women sleeping their way through New York” then you simply don’t get the show at all. [/rant]
Apparently in later seasons, which I didn’t see much of, the show did slip farther into the absurd fashion- and wealth- fetishism that the show was always accused of but it didn’t really deserve until later in its life. I am not sure what season it occurred but turning “Mr. Big” into a real character - a viable future for Carrie, as opposed to the “Prince Charming” unattainable fantasy - was where it started to go off the rails for me. I blame Chris Noth for being popular so viewers probably wanted more of him and the writers indulged. But making this archetype - the indescribably wealthy and fucked-up fantasy object a la Christian Grey - a genuine love interest skewed too far into self-indulgent fantasy for me. At that point I paid more attention to the fun stuff happening to the other characters - Charlotte’s failed marriage, Miranda’s single motherhood, Samantha’s struggle with monogamy.
The first film was an extension of this line. I wasn’t much into the premise, so I felt pretty Meh about it. I didn’t bother with the second, for obvious reasons.
But when the show was good, it was really good. Snappy writing, good jokes, characters and story lines that felt authentic in a sitcommy sort of way. And a premise based on the friendship between four very different women who were more concerned about navigating their own lives and supporting each other than focusing their entire being on pleasing a man. Maybe that is what pisses men off so much about it - on SATC men were secondary characters. Men tend not to like that very much. 