Pretty Standard

The Lying, the Bitch, and the Wardrobe

Anthony Lane’s Sex and the City review in the New Yorker is all one-liners:

  • “Apparently,” I said to the woman behind me in line, “some of the girls have problems with their men, break up for a while, and then get back together again.” “Oh, my God!” she cried. “How do you know?
  • To be fair, there are four of them—banded together, like hormonal hobbits, and all obsessed with a ring.
  • Think of it as a chick response to “American Psycho”
  • “I can build you a better closet,” he says, as if that were a binding condition of their sexual harmony: if he builds it, she will come.
  • The most revealing line in the film [is] Miranda’s outburst as she hunts for an apartment in a mainly Chinese district: “White guy with a baby! Let’s follow him.” So that’s what drives these people: Aryan real estate.
In other news, someone gave us a really fancy glass bowl as a wedding present. I put it on the kitchen table and filled it with avocados and pears, and our bathroom ceiling, as if attempting to correct the balance, immediately fell in.