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" Men have a very complicated relationship with Sex and the City. Use any combination of the names Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte, Miranda, or \u2014 God forbid \u2014 Mr. Big, and you risk eye rolling, head shaking, and curse uttering. Last year, Maxim.com even went so far as to name Sarah Jessica Parker the Unsexiest Woman Alive. (Uh, Tonya Harding trumps her, fellas.)  So what is it about SATC that inspires so much angst in men? It isn&amp;#039;t a result of hating the show. Chances are most guys have seen just one or two episodes. (Full disclosure: I never watched until the final season when, as bizarre as it sounds, I got caught up in it. I exasperatedly predicted everything that was going to happen right down to Big being named John.) My main gripe: It was more funny-for-girls rather than just plain funny.  So really, what we hate is the way women react to SATC. We don&amp;#039;t mind it when they foam at the mouth over Oprah or clap for Julia Roberts. That&amp;#039;s normal, harmless stuff. But thanks to SATC, women feel emboldened to engage in regular weekend meet-ups, booze-soaked after-work get-togethers, and the ogling and seducing of many, many members of the opposite sex.  In other words, SATC encourages women to act like men.  And now it&amp;#039;s a movie. A movie! Women are supposed to go to movies to cry because a woman&amp;#039;s pants traveled somewhere. They don&amp;#039;t go to movies for raucous high-fivery with their buddies. That&amp;#039;s what we do.  So do I hate SATC? Not at all. Do I fear its power to encourage guylike behavior in women? Maybe a little. Do I wish someone referred to me as Mr. Big for perhaps one reason in particular? Every day. I doubt I&amp;#039;ll see the movie. But if I do, I&amp;#039;m walking right out if Carrie so much as looks contemplatively at a urinal. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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