I hate Carrie Bradshaw.

Right now Sex and the City is on and I loathe Carrie Bradshaw (and I am aware that Carrie Bradshaw and Sarah Jessica Parker are separate entities, but really...not. No matter how much she tries to distance herself from the character).

I hate her clothes.

I hate Sarah Jessica Parker (except in the movie Girls Just Want to Have Fun, because that movie rocked the house. Cute, puppy-ish boy trying to be a bad-ass wearing a half shirt that showed his inappropriately hairy belly? Awesome).

I hate what a shit-friend she is. Why do people hang around her? Why are people nice to her? Why do people not say, constantly, "I told you so, you pretentious, whining, self-involved nitwit?"

I hate how she does that grating raspy scream all the freaking time.

I hate her hair (even though I often secretly kind of love it).

I hate how she thinks she's deep and has interesting, novel things to say when it's all puerile observations about not very interesting things.

I hate how an entire generation of women think that this life is a realistic one, that people live this way and "It's sooooo like my life!" has been uttered so very many times. I think an angel gets their wings sawed off by a rusty hacksaw everytime that happens.

I hate that I still watch it on re-runs.