“Ha ha! That’s cute.
Arre, maassi, how many times do I have to tell you,
you have to use the Vim on the sinks and the Surf on
the clothes, not the other way around!”
“She still giving you trouble?
I swear, what I wouldn’t give to be single again,
a different man every week, roaming around here there
and everywhere without a care in the world…”
“I know, I know. Maassi,
no, that’s Saab’s best boski kurta, why
have you washed it with that bright red dupatta?!”
Cultural references aside, it’s
easy to see that Sex and the City is giving a lot of
people some very confused ideas about who exactly they
are and where they’re living. Not that this hasn’t
always been a problem for people in Pakistan, especially
the jet-setting trendies, but with the advent of Sex
and the City, the delusion has grown until it’s
reached almost mind-staggering levels. I can guarantee
you that there is a growing group of women who look
out their windows each morning and see the skyscrapers
of Manhattan instead of the sabzi mandis of Karachi.
Which isn’t really a bad thing in itself, as a
little fantasy never did anyone any harm, but when your
fantasy starts to become a part of your identity, it’s
time to turn off the DVD player and get a little more
involved in your immediate surroundings.
Sex and the City isn’t just
about the clothes; it’s also about the attitude
of single women towards their lives, their issues, and
of course their dating choices. This is a bit of a stretch
for most Pakistani women, given that to remain single
after you reach the age of thirty is considered
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