Sex and the City Overkill Has Gone Too Far!
There seem to be more publicists working the Sex and the City movie than hairdressers gathered around Tom Cruise' noggin trying to make his shit look young. I must say they've done a brilliant job (the publicists, not the hairdressers). Even magazines that DON'T have anything about the movie in this week's issue put it on the cover with a cute headline about how they're completely SATC free.
But now things have gotten way out of (manicured) hand. I just got an email begging me to do an article about the weekend the movie opens--the one starting May 30--giving people tips on all kinds of fashionista-like actvities they can engage in to be just like the characters.
The insanity-drenched release suggests:
"Would you consider a piece that covers the most fabulous upcoming events in NYC that are also scheduled for the big weekend? Maybe even a breakdown of how each individual Sex and the City character might fill the rest of their weekends out on the town?
Might I suggest...
Spend the afternoon finding your 'sole' mates at Manolo Blahnik (31 W. 54th St.) and Jimmy Choo (645 5th Ave). On the way back uptown, meet your 'Mr. Big' at Fred's at Barney's (660 Madison Ave., 9th Fl.) for dinner...."
Ugh! No I am NOT interested in this offensive horseshit! This much journalistic stretching would make my ankles swell, thereby tightening my Choos! But let me give you overtime-working flacks some crap you can pitch to OTHER publications.
Why don't you tell Ebony: "If Carrie was black, she'd no doubt vote for Obama. How about an article about voting for Obama in November?
For Heeb: "How's about a piece on what kind of pickles Miranda would like if she lived on the old Lower East Side?"
And for Poz: "If Samantha was unlucky, she'd no doubt have AIDS. How about a piece on getting tested during the big weekend?"
Actually, wait a stylish minute. Those are actually three really good article ideas. Go for it, media!