I grew up three hundred miles from the nearest city with a million people, so I never grew up calling anywhere “the city,” but this phrase often indicates the suburbs’ focal point, those on the edges longing for the epicenter. Maybe this is why Sex and the City’s lessons often feel a bit remedial. Season one has a hilarious episode about the brave new world of rabbit vibrators, and the next week “The Baby Shower” aired, a similarly ballsy condemnation of suburban motherhood as a lobotomizing cult.
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