A very good friend gave me Sex and the City. Yes, the TV series, of course. On DVD.
At first I had quite mixed feelings about this, to be honest. All those perfect people who answer not the least to my expectations of beauty, who eat fancy foods I wouldn't even feed my dog with, who have a wardobe full of prohibitive high heel designer footware, while I own only two pairs of flat shoes and buy rather books and DVDs. Altogether, people I have less in common with than a figure skater with a nonswimmer - what kind of entertainment could that be?
Well, I was disabused. Today, when Carrie Bradshaw realised with joy that her Ex's newly wedded wife was an idiot, misspelling "there", and just after she had helped her hypocrite of a politician lover to some new insights by openly expressing that peeing or not peeing was the question - right there I realised it. I was wrong! Those people and I have something in common; we share something very important that many people miss. It's called a sense of humor.