I don't know exactly why this series managed to spellbind a whole generation with its endless talk of the sometimes dreadfull sometimes fantastic singlelife with endless one night stands and colourful drinks. Maybe cause most women could see themselves - or at least fragments of themselves - reflected in one/more of the four girls or because their life seemed a good alternative to dull day at the office ending in a quiet night in the couch. Nonrtheless, I loved it and seeing them all and Mr Big again made me redicilously happy. Long live sex and the city!
