I have to tell you folks…I get emails and lots of face-to-face comments about some of my blog posts (in addition to the folks that bravely post comments).  Typically, if the post talks about anything deemed even remotely risque it quickly becomes a topic of conversation with others as I travel about my life.  I really appreciate the feedback and the stories that come with it and I hope that folks never stop sharing their thoughts and experiences with me.

The most recent case in point, my blog entitled Grocery Store Size-ups 101.  Oh boy, did I get feedback on that. Now, don’t let me give you the impression that I thought that blog was risque.  Really, it was just about sizing up potential dating material at the grocery store; but, apparently there are not too many other folks calling out the process on their local blog – who knew?

While I am not inclined to talk about the truly risque on my blog (this is, after all, public access for all ages) I have no trepidation in walking the remotely risque line as long as I am doing so genuinely and with integrity.  Now if I wasn’t blogging, but instead having drinks with friends – well, that is a whole different story.  I have no problem tap dancing all over the risque in that situation…but here there must be a line…some homage to decorum.

Having said all of the above, I want to talk today about Sex in the City (the series and two movies) and how the whole notion of big city sex (such as it is displayed on the screen in the big city of NYC) translates to the City of Fargo.  This is your opportunity to move on to other things if you are not a fan of the show/movies, the cities in discussion or sex generally.  OMG – are you still here?  Well then – let’s move on.

I was a fan of Sex in the City when it was a series, both because it was woman-centric (I am a big fan of girl power – to include shows such as – Living Single and Golden Girls) and also because it was set in New York City – a place I love.  I think most women who watch that show identify with one persona or another.  As you will recall there were four key characters in the show – Carrie, Samantha, Miranda and Charlotte.  My friend Tam always fancied herself as Carrie.  Many have assumed that I most identify with Miranda – the red-headed lawyer…yeah, not so much.  Me, I fancy myself to be more like Samantha – the oldest, most confident and self-assured of the four when it comes to their sexuality.  Now, let me immediately clarify that I do not live a Samantha life…good Lord I’d be exhausted if I did…a good exhaustion, but exhausted nonetheless.  Albeit, if I could spend my days and nights with that Smith Jerrod (a.k.a. actor Jason Lewis) I would buy a couple thousand bucks worth of hardcore vitamins and Red Bull and power through my exhaustion.

But I digress, the point I was making was that many women can identify with one of the characters from the way they handle and view dating, love and sex.  Tam is a Carrie and I am a Samantha.  Interestingly, in a discussion with a group of gentlemen a couple of years back I discovered that many men were also fans of Sex in the City.  It seems that while women were fancying themselves as one of the girls, men were fancying which one of the girls they would want to be with…and here is a flash ladies – it wasn’t always Carrie or Samantha.  Now, I must note at this juncture that all four women do have very different physical appearances and that also plays into men’s selection (perhaps you have heard, men are fairly visual when it comes to the mating process – yes, tis’ true).

Now, as for the city part – well, come on…the excitement and diversity of NYC is difficult to compete with…it is, in-and-of-itself, sexy with possibilities. Clubs are open later, the entertainment options are almost endless and the meter for “normal” is nonexistent…what is not to love about NYC (alright besides crime, grime, etc.)?  In theory though, the archetypes of the Sex in the City gals transfer to any size city – the only thing that may not translate as well is the level of their antics.

Which gets me to the City of Fargo…we have some sex in our city…we definitely have our share of Carries, Mirandas, Charlottes, and even a few Samanthas.  Not so sure that we have a Smith Jerrod (but if we do – call me – I am completely prepared to support your transition from cute waiter to cute actor).

Ah, but I digress again.  So, is Fargo a mini-metropiltan version of the NYC Sex in the City?  I have to tell you folks, from what I hear and know I am going to have to say yes…yes, indeed.  There sure enough is sex in this city swirling around the same dating/love/sex views and challenges as those presented by our higher profile NYC gals.  It isn’t all roses and engagement rings in Fargo – from what I hear there are some wild times being had by some of our very own.  And I have to say folks, to that I say – BRAVO!  It is a good thing that there isn’t just one type of experience available in our area and that all the personalities and characteristics evident in Carrie, Samantha, Miranda and Charlotte are welcomed here (at least by some segment of the population).  Isn’t that type of diversity part of what being a metropolitan is about?

So, let’s hear it for Sex in the City – Fargo Style…and remember any Smith Jerrods out there – I am a huge supporter of the arts and I am a Samantha. 😉

Day three hundred and twenty-two of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C