I haven’t seen Sex and the City 2, and I’m not going to, because I find movies about rich people complaining that they were late to carb-free brunch because there’s no parking to be found for their boyfriend’s Mercedes on the Upper West Side to be unpleasant. “It’s like Confessions of a Shopaholic, except there are four of them, and they’re all pushing 60.” Perfect. “Oh, and their vaginas are super hungry.” But with every Sex and the City iteration, be it the television show, the first movie, or the exciting trivia game, there is one question that the ladies love to ask each other: WHICH HANDBAG ARE YOU? Each handbag has its own unique personality and sense of style. So, ladies, which is it?
HAHA, WE’RE JUST HAVING FUN, RIGHT GIRLS? Seriously, though, Sex and the City is bad for humans.