I told you he was amazing. Isn't he the most incredible purchase there ever was? Loving sigh. Part of me knows that it is wrong that he makes me so happy, but hey, what can you do. I'm in an especially vacuous mood having just watched the Sex and the City movie with Emily, which had a mediocre plot as expected - but the clothes... oh! The clothes. It was vintage porn - huge corsages, pearls with Eighties mini-dresses, and a Vivienne Westwood wedding meringue. Men should not be allowed to watch that film. It reinforces everything that they must think is awful and superficial about girls: that we're fashion obsessed, over-romantic idiots who only want to get married and have babies. I'm not denying there's a grain of truth in that summary - but there really is so much more to us. The movie, on the other hand, manages to distill femininity down into a deceptive 'essence', leaving out the context and the depth and the... real story. Then again, anyone who is really prepared to form their opinion of women from the SATC movie needs their head read.Right - got to go. It's late, and Goldie needs a last walk before bedtime.
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