Maybe it's just me...

...but watching Sex and the City makes me hate men. A little. Not actually hate but strongly dislike. And distrust.

I was watching the episode where Carrie catches Big on a date with another woman (she thought they were dating exclusively...she thought wrong). After that happens, they go to a party together and one of his friends calls Carrie the wrong name--one which belongs to another woman Big's been dating (no, not the one she saw him on a date with, a different one). So she gets all pissed and ends up hanging out with another guy instead and then pathetically calls Big and pretty much begs him to meet her at 3 a.m. in a park.

No one wants to date that guy. And no one wants to be that girl because of him.

Of course, I don't know if Carrie and Big had had "the talk" at that point in the show. For the record, I hate "the talk." I hate wondering when "the talk" might occur. I hate the fact that I am (as the woman) not supposed to initiate "the talk," however the guy typically won't do so unless he is pressed into it, which puts me in a really bad spot because, and I hate this too, "the talk" is necessary for my mental sanity and relationship-self-esteem.

Anyway. Big sucks. I think I must have been the only girl on earth not happy watching the SATC series finale. Aiden was a much, much better choice.