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After learning that my high school stint at McDonald’s wouldn’t get me a job at a mag, I worked as a freelance journalist for a few years. With much haggling and many annoying phone calls, I got a job at Cosmo! As web ed, no two days are the same – some days I’ll be at a video or photo shoot, others I’m interviewing celebs or updating myself on the latest goss (all for research purposes, obviously).
Apart from that, I have a healthy addiction to cupcakes, clutches and Christian Bale. I once watched a VH1 countdown of ‘The 50 Most Awesomely Bad Songs Ever’ and was proud to announce that I loved every last one of them. I’m very good at tripping over, talking too loud and saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. Oh … and in an acrostic poem that my friends wrote about me, the “e” in my name stood for “embarrassing.”
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Wed 23
The real Sex and the City
Newsflash: Sex and the City wasn't the first show to talk about women and sex.
You know how people are always talking about how Sex and the City was groundbreaking, innovative television? Critics and audiences have never stopped lauding the show for being the first to address female sexuality in a frank and funny way. And while Sex and the City certainly was about female sex, it was definitely not the first TV show to talk about women having sex. In fact, Sex and the City was merely The Golden Girls for the Manolo set.
If you want groundbreaking, look no further than 1985. Dorothy, Blanche, Rose and Sophia were the original Miranda, Samantha, Charlotte and Carrie. They were just as obsessed with clothes (even if they were drop-waisted apricot skirt suits from The Jaclyn Smith Collection, not skintight Herve Leger bandage dresses), indulgences (in seven seasons, the girls chomped their way through 100 cheesecakes) and of course, men, as Carrie and co. Who'd have though that sixty-something women could be so damned racy?
More importantly, the girls (ok, women) talked about sex frankly and refreshingly. Sweet but dopey Rose admitted she was a virgin on her wedding night; ribald sex kitten Blanche admitted to sleeping with the priest at her husband's funeral. Octogenarian Sophia (played by Estelle Getty, who sadly passed away yesterday) rekindled a childhood romance and went on more dates than most twentysomethings. Blanche grappled with the thought that she might be pregnant (hello, Miranda!) and Dorothy wondered if she'd ever truly get over her ex (a topic Carrie Bradshaw channelled every season). And in one episode, a lesbian confesses her feelings for Rose. Seriously, how much sex can these women handle?
So even though The Golden Girls is as old as I am (the show began in 1985, the same year I was born) I absolutely love it. The references have dated - and so have the clothes - but if you're after four girlfriends just sittin' back, talkin' 'bout sex, these golden girls have got it.
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