Sex and the Other City
The first rule of television seems to be: if something works once, do it again. Sarah Jessica Parker’s production company has reportedly optioned the novel Prospect Park West to turn into a TV show. The book, by former sex columnist Amy Sohn, who also wrote the companion book for HBO’s Sex and the City, chronicles…

The first rule of television seems to be: if something works once, do it again. Sarah Jessica Parker’s production company has reportedly optioned the novel Prospect Park West to turn into a TV show. The book, by former sex columnist Amy Sohn, who also wrote the companion book for HBO’s Sex and the City, chronicles the lives, urges, and dissatisfactions of four Park Slope mothers. Here’s how The Post summed it up this morning: “The book creates a scathing portrait of Park Slope’s mommy brigade — of which Sohn is a breast-feeding member — as a parade of unsatisfied thirty- and forty-something moms sizing up their plights relative to all the other stroller-pushers at the playground. Few are having sex — at least not with their spouses.” It’s definitely the Sex and the City formula, but who knows if it will take off? Gawker asks the more important question: will it ruin Park Slope? There is already a festoon of strollers; will Berkeley Place now be clogged with red double-decker buses?
Sarah Jessica Parker’s Sex & the Stroller Set Show [Gawker]
Treading on a Slippery Slope [NY Post]
Is Prospect Park West the New SATC? [BuzzSugar]
uh, oh.
I smell a “smartmom” column coming!
hide!
Oh my just got back from dinner. This is gooood! I can’t wait to hear what happens next.
Just catching up. Brilliant, everyone. I’m envisioning Brownstoner readings, poetry slams, book clubs, etc.
Denton, change Marlboro to Newport and you’ve got it!
Rob was lurching down the street, pushing a sanding machine with one hand, while smoking a Marlboro with the other. His third hand held a 40 oz bottle of Colt 45…
Oh, god, please have Tink save the day??
“GO BACK TO BOISE! OR DENVER! OR WHEREVER YOU CAME FROM, YOU COW-TIPPING, URBAN ROOFTOP GARDEN PLANTING, CROTCHFRUIT-ANKLE BITER BIRTHING….THING, YOU!”
Rob was losing it. As he approached ole gray head, he failed to see the loose manhole cover in his path….
What the hell, he figured. It’s time for some 40 ounce drinkin’ right about now. Rob wound up his arm like a Yankee pitcher and hurled the slurpee at ole gray head. Her once perfect white chinos were instantly splattered in syrupy blue sweetness.
“Bitchin'” said the goth teens, as they put their fingers into the rock-n-roll sign \m/
Rob couldn’t decide whether or not to toss his blueberry/raspberry slurpee on bushy-mom’s crisp white chinos. It was so cool, refreshing and tasty, but this woman was a biatch…