This past Saturday night I found myself watching the first Sex and the City movie for the umpteenth time. Side note: that film is over a decade old, but if you haven’t seen it and plan to, spoilers are to follow. I had spent the day working on courses and needed something mindless and indulgent to watch, and even though that show and its movies are unrealistic portrayals of what New York City life is like (or any kind of life, really), that’s what piqued my interest that evening.
And it dawned on me through watching scenes portraying women struggling with love, marriage, fertility, being jilted, self-esteem, and their sex lives that some lessons could be gleaned about what true friendship looks like. In fact, this aspect of the movie is the only exaggerated part that I do not mind at all. I don’t see as many examples of this type of friendship and closeness in black media, but black women are certainly capable and deserving of these types, too.
For example, the protagonist, Carrie, gets semi-stood up on her wedding day. As she and her bridesmaids confront the groom on a somehow traffic-cleared NYC street (like I said, unrealistic) Carrie is grabbed up by her friend Charlotte, who screams a definitive, “NO!” as he tries to approach, shielding her friend from his attempt to touch or speak to her. That’s the kind of vehement loyalty that needs to be displayed when blatant disrespect has been dealt to our friends.