Sex and the City

“Abso-fucking-lutely.

Sam is a New York inspiration. Because if you’re a successful single woman in this city, you have two choices: You can beat your head against the wall trying to find a relationship, or you can say “screw it” and just go out and have sex like a man.

I’d found myself saying I didn’t want a relationship because, at the end, unless you happened to get married, you were left with nothing.

” she said, a little wistfully. “You can do what you want. You don’t have to go home.”

I don’t know how anyone makes relationships work in this town. It’s really hard. All the temptations. Going out. Drinks. Drugs. Other people. You want to have fun. And if you’re a couple, what are you going to do? Sit in your little box of an apartment and stare at each other? When you’re alone, it’s easier,”

These days, everyone has friends and colleagues; no one really has lovers—even if they have slept together.

When you’re afraid of the financial future, you don’t want to make a commitment.”

There’s still plenty of sex in Manhattan but the kind of sex that results in friendship and business deals, not romance. These days, everyone has friends and colleagues; no one really has lovers—even if they have slept together.

No one has breakfast at Tiffany’s, and no one has affairs to remember—instead, we have breakfast at seven A.M. and affairs we try to forget as quickly as possible. How did we get into this mess?

Then I realized, Of course: She’s from London. No one’s told her about the End of Love in Manhattan. Then I thought: She’ll learn.
Welcome to the Age of Un-Innocence.