Nic Narrates

Originally, I had a very different kind of post written for after the movie. In it, I was light-hearted and silly and my words conveyed my sight-unseen-certainty that it would be everything I wanted it to be. And without any hints or spoilers of any kind here, I will tell you that it is that and more.

A few hours ago, I sat fidgeting in my seat in a crowd of scantily-clad and stiletto-heeled women. I forewent my beloved movie nachos for fear they’d be too much of a distraction. I laughed, I applauded, I wept. After years of the same old moves on TBS, Sex is just as good as it ever was.

But it’s the kind of Sex that makes me feel…reflective. The words I’d intended were mentally deleted even before the lights dimmed. In their place, I was remembering how I first came upon the show as a freshman in college and the embarrassment I felt at liking something that spoke so frankly about sex, until my friends admitted to watching it too. Soon we all were watching it together every Sunday night.

And I was reflective of all that has happened since. A lot to say the least. Four apartments. A handful of boyfriends- one or two serious. A master’s degree. Two jobs. The friends I watched season one with are now long gone (although one disturbingly pops up on my bus route to work more often than I’d like), the heart I thought had felt love and been broken at the time had another thing coming, and I finally found balance in my life.

Six years of what might seem like a silly TV show, but had this undeniable presence in shaping my beliefs and perceptions about love and friendship and myself. I’m amazed at the memory of who I was at 18, watching it on TV in secret. And I’m amazed at who I’ve become, going to see the movie in downtown Chicago, coming home to my own apartment undergoing its own redecoration (the new couch arrives tomorrow!).

In this reflective state, I watched this movie and I got it. It felt authentic. Maybe it always would have, maybe I’m grasping at straws, or maybe it’s the life experiences I’ve had of my own since 2004 that vouch for accuracy. At any rate, I’m sure you’ll have reflections of your own. Oh, and of course, that you’ll love it.

Filed under: a thing of beauty, educating the masses, knowing, SATC, the sex, wakefulness by Nic