… when there is a Sex and the City 2 preview. Never ever. Never even leave house.
30.000 girls in front of the cinema. A queue of several thousands of girls at the entry line – lucky we were even able to come close to the beginning of our movie. When exiting the cinema, the lines have extended even more. There are girls everywhere. Hundreds of girls at the toilet, hundreds of girls at the hot dog kiosk, hundreds of girls on the stairs, the elevators. But then there is more. Thousands of girls in the city, no men to be found. SATC-Partys everywhere. Even at Midnight dozends of girls at the cafeteries while it’s raining cats and dogs and getting cold like hell. But still wearing mini skirts, high heels, chit-chatting all the way, mobile messaging, bitching, ass-shaking, laughing and making men’s well deserved quitting time a Nightmare on Frankfurt Street.
Don’t they need to go to work tomorrow? Well, i’m a geek. I work late, get up a late and don’t get girlfriends. But they are girls. They need sleep to look nice. Tomorrow they must be doing something, right? Like hairdressing, cosmetics, shoe-buying, cooking, cleaning or at least blowjobbing their husband instead of invading my night. Probably they just don’t have husbands. Or a feeling for social responsability towards the people that bring this world forward.
Girls, you can do what you want, but realize how unattractive this all makes you for men. And men, we have to kill Darren Star for what he did to our race.
Bingo, Basti!– a funny point to add. Why do all these little girls want to see a movie with four old tarts that are running after some old farts? To most of the female teenie audience this is like watching mommy and daddy in bed.They desperately try to be woman.
Isn´t that a clear proof and evidence that women´s emancipation was a fake? Invented by girls who were much too ugly to show up at a SATC feature?
— a serious point to add.
Having had all kinds of real Sex in the city, tell ya…. dream about it, but don´t touch it. The hangover ain´t worth it, and the beautiful dream won´t come back. If female wants something, let em wait for it and let em ask for it. Howgh.
Don’t judge a movie you have never seen and don’t judge the audience!
I don’t judge the movie. I *just* judge the audience. And believe me – i’ve seen every small detail from them! I was at the girls’ toilet.
Beim Donnerdrummel, Basti! Das ist wirklich investigativer Journalismus.
Aber es stimmt schon… erst haben sie Sex and the City, und wenns klappt werden sie zu Desperate Housewives. Oder?
Wie sagt der Dichter? Von der Wiege bis zur Bahre ist Beziehung eine Ware?