It’s no secret that plenty of men watched “Sex and the City,” and not at gunpoint. But just before the movie came out, a lot of guys acted as if a plague were descending on the Earth – one that threatened their very manhood: “Dude, I heard one guy saw that movie with his wife, and when he left the theater, he was a eunuch.”
So I called bullshit and challenged a straight, male, single friend to 1) see the flick and 2) do a dual review with yours truly. We had an extensive, no-holds-barred e-mail conversation, which is posted
here on his blog. (Warning: There are spoilers a'plenty, and we posted it unedited, so don't nag me about spelling.) I think he was surprised by how much he liked it, but I guess his maleness demanded that he get all Dale Peck in the end. But he’s also a big Rush fan, so I can’t vouch for his judgment.
As for me, I’ll be seeing SaTC again with my husband, who is relieved that he will not, in fact, emerge a eunuch. Enjoy!
