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Carrie-ing the Torch: Deep Down, We’re All Still A Little Bit Bradshaw

A few weeks before the premiere of The Carrie Diaries on The CW, The Observer drove to Connecticut to meet the “real Carrie Bradshaw,” who now lives by herself on a small farm with two large poodles.

Candace Bushnell is not an easy woman to find. After several wrong turns on a chilly, overcast Tuesday, we found ourselves driving up a small dirt road in the middle of nowhere (technically, Roxbury, Conn.). A sharp right, and we were in the gravel driveway of what appeared to be a steeply pitched farmhouse. In a puffy blue parka, bomber hat yanked over her ears, the slight blond figure bounded down the steps of the barn, calling away her dogs and exhorting us to park somewhere else so she could get her car out. She seemed so unnerved by our arrival that we weren’t even sure she was the woman behind the cultural juggernaut Sex and the City. Read More

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World Stunned to Learn Sex and the City Franchise Finally Over*

Earlier this morning, a tormented wail rose up from Magnolia Bakery and spread throughout the city, stopping at Manolo Blahnik’s Fifth Avenue flagship before seeping out to the rest of the country.

When authorities finally calmed down the hysterical populace, they were able to determine that the mass cry of despair was not over our national unemployment rate, or even the possibility of giving Ron Paul the keys to the economy. It wasn’t Libya, or the fact that the Fast & Furious franchise has just given up on trying to name its films.

No, it was much worse, for a major trade publication had announced that there might not be another Sex and the City movie. Read More