When it first aired at the end of the Nineties, Sex and The City gloriously bulldozed its way onto television, putting a conclusive end to the Cinderella/Bridget Jones lie that all women’s problems could be solved by a handsome prince.
Carrie, Samantha, and Miranda represented a direct rebuttal to all that. The most Martha Stewart-ish of our four compellingly zippy new heroines, Charlotte, believed it, until her handsome prince turned out to have erectile dysfunction, an overbearing mother, and appallingly florid taste in bedwear pelmets.
