The last thing I wanted to see when I watched this episode this morning, was Miranda on her back, legs akimbo being examined by a gynaecologist, but the lengths I go to in reviewing all these episodes…
She’s off the pill anyway, due to her and Steve breaking up. Always found the idea of the pill a bit off – some girls take it, have no problem with it and have their fellas happily breaking themselves in with no problems, whereas when other girls take it, they have mood swings, bizarre thoughts etc, but then it’s hard to make a distinction between girls who take the pill, and those that don’t – they’re usually all fucking insane anyway. Miranda is told that she has a ‘lazy ovary,’ which apparently means that only one of her ovaries can produce eggs (her right), which would occur every other month. I’d give my left bollock not to have the images of Miranda’s swollen glands in my head, but sadly I think I’m scarred for life with that thought – now I know how tough victims of genocide have it.
Carrie’s problems are more small fry. She’s wondering whether she should leave any stuff at Big’s when she stays over, as it gets annoying for her when she can’t make up that horrific, grotesque face in the morning to stop her looking like a mutant. After Big is unsure about these relationship developments, Carrie ponders whether people are ‘past’ relationships. Surely only slappers would believe that? Call me a romantic idealist, but isn’t the whole point of being in a relationship with someone because you can spend loads of time with someone you feel completely comfortable with, and not have to worry about silly little things? I find it very bizarre that people get a lot more insecure when they’re with someone, when the opposite should be true. Relax people, if you’ve found someone that actually likes you for who you are – embrace it! Moments like that don’t come along every day.
Charlotte is getting involved with a lad who she doesn’t know if he’s gay or not. Much discussion is made as to whether he’s a straight gay man, or a gay straight man. In my darker moments sometimes I do wonder if I’m a gay straight man. I mean, I don’t find men attractive at all – it’s all women for me, but I have seen Mamma Mia at least twice. It keeps me awake during the cold winter months.
“It’s refreshing to go out with a man I can actually talk to,” remarked Charlotte over her ’straight’ date. As someone who mastered the art of conversation a long time ago, it’s reassuring that women do appreciate someone who isn’t completely boring – although anyone who puts up with dull folk deserve as much misery in their lives as possible.
Samantha, the idiot who is apparently the happiest of the bunch, and the one who does what she wants, sees the only guy she has ever fallen in love with, and doesn’t know quite what to do. I can actually relate to her for once – I once saw Sinbad from Brookside on Oxford Street, and I’d be lying if I said my heart didn’t flutter into a million pieces. Back to Samantha anyway, this guy dumped her once, and it took her ages to get over it. Poor baba. Of course, because she’s a woman – and so subsequently a slag, she plans to seduce him all over again, and then ‘drop him like he dropped her.’ Only, her greed and lust got in the way, and she ended up going up the junction. What a role model for all of you girls out there! Pathetic.
We end with a few loose ends being tied up, and surprisingly that isn’t a reference to Samantha’s actions in the bedroom. Miranda wants to freeze her eggs in case both her ovaries get destroyed, which sounds like the worst idea ever – imagine you’re a desperate couple, dying to have a baby, and the only choice of eggs is a sour, ginger New York lawyer who is rife with contradictions and ego. Charlotte decides that seeing the straight gay man might not be the best idea when he squeals like a Miranda after seeing a mouse, and Carrie comes to terms with not being able to leave anything at Big’s, after she sees that he has a photograph of the two together in one of his drawers. If it sounds like the most disgusting thing you’ve ever heard, then may I remind you of the horror, the sheer horror of the images described in paragraph one…
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May 10, 2009 at 2:35 pm
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