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]
sweet riff, MM…
$20 Festivus bonus!!!! Ha!!!
Hey, I can write too!!
This is a post I wrote last December when Mr. B reprinted the nauseating “Park Slope 100” that OTBKB puts out each year. This was my nomination for one of the “Park Slope 100”:
“Juanita Valasquez – She is the ultimate Park Slope cleaning lady. It is so instructive for my Josh and Kaitlin to me speaking a few words of Spanish to her, demonstrating my sensitivity to diversity issues. I can still see her look of surprise when I first tried some Spanish on her – she stopped cleaning the farts off the bar stool, looked up and a precious little smirk came to her face.
I also thought it was important that my whole family be there when I handed her the $20 bonus for Festivus. The lessons in generosity to my little ones was priceless.
Of course, we did have that little unpleasant moment when she asked about providing some type of insurance coverage. I think she understood my perspective, however, when I lectured her on the need to vote for Obama, to take care of such matters.”
Wyoming and Cash!!! Sitar and urdu… okay, damn. That was great.
OMG, Montrose! Brilliant!!!!
DH,
Pretty sure Cheetarah was also my first crush, closely followed by Linda Carter’s Wonder Woman. might be the other way around.
When I was in college I told my girlfriend that I wanted to name our future kids Rakim (boy) and De La (girl)
ROFL MM!!! “sitar and Urdu lessons…” Priceless!
LOL MM!!! wyoming and cash!! ahhah
*roB*
I climbed the stairs to the large oak doors, making mental notes on the quality of the paint stripping job, and the faint odor of tung oil. Pressing the brass doorbell produced the dulcet tones of Big Ben somewhere in the house. “Hmmmâ€, I thought, “F-sharp. Not the usual key for Big Ben, but to each his own.â€
The door opened, and a blonde stick insect (thank you forever, Bridget Jones) appeared, peering at me over reading glasses. She was dressed in J Crew khakis and a pink Polo Henley shirt. “Oh, you’re lateâ€, she said, letting me pass her into the house. I looked surreptitiously at my watch, and I was actually fifteen minutes early. Okay. I followed her into the spacious parlor, admiring the care CPH Gilbert had taken in designing these houses, on this block long architectural wonder that is part of Park Slope. The woodwork was impeccable, and the intricate pattern of the parquet was complemented by the plush Persian area rug. Uzbekistan, the southern Village of Umbar, if I’m not mistaken.
As she went into the renovated parlor kitchen, and opened one of the custom made cabinet doors, I took the opportunity to admire the Fortuny light fixture in the parlor. That triple tiered style was always my favorite. “You’ll need this†she said, shutting the door and handing me a white French maid’s apron. “Wyoming and Cash will be back from their sitar and Urdu lessons any minute.â€
“I think you may have me mixed up with someone elseâ€, I said, laying the apron down. “I’m not the nanny,â€
“Oh, my God,†she exclaimed, “I’m so sorry. You know, Wyoming has African-American friends at Berkeley Carroll, and we voted for President Obama.â€
I smiled, and enjoyed the moment.