By Nicole Bazemore

I finally got around to seeing “Sex and the City 2.” While I actually saw the movie a couple of weeks ago, it’s taken me some time to get my thoughts together and get over what I considered, quite frankly, to be an insensitive, almost insulting plot line. I’d expected much better from the writers.

But I digress.

For those who might not be familiar, SATC was a long-running TV series which centered around the loves and daily personal and professional exploits of four New York women. One of the show’s characters, Carrie Bradshaw, is a successful freelance writer who wears all the latest fashions, including Manolo Blahnik and Christian Louboutin shoes (both cost about as much as a mortgage or a roundtrip airplane ticket).

After several dead-end love affairs, Carrie marries the man with whom she’d had a decade-long affair, the now-divorced John, a.k.a, “Mr. Big.”  Big is a millionaire investor, tall, dark, and handsome. Mysterious. As the young folks say, he has swag. (more…)