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]
Haha Prius!!
yeah – I like being around kids sometimes, but I don’t want the long-term life altering responsibility. anyone have a rugrat i can borrow? I’ll get one of those kiddie harnasses and walk him/her around mccarren park.
I think that one thing the hyper-liberal parents of Park Slope have to give Sarah Palin credit for is that she named her kids the ultimate PS names. Piper and Trig? PS321, here we come!
Benson burst through the door, somehow completely dry despite the torrential downpour. “Is this the Park Slope Writer’s Workshop?” he asked.
The six women sitting in a circle all looked at him. He didn’t look like your normal Park Slope dad. He was dressed up as if for a night on the town, although Celia thought he might be trying a bit too hard, as if he were trying to compensate for a working class background.
“It’s actually the Gowanus Writer’s Workshop,” Celia said. “But you’re welcome anyway.” She flashed him one of her winning smiles.
Benson seemed to hesitate a bit, then took the seat next to Celia that she offered to him.
“So,” another woman said, “let’s continue. We were talking about blogs, and how they’ve shaped our own writing. Kyra, what was it you were saying?”
“Yeah, well, I just think that, like, blogs and Facebook and Twitter and all of that, it’s changed both how writers write, and how readers read. You know?”
Benson turned and looked at Kyra. Her voice and syntax sounded as young as she looked. She was slender and stylish, with long legs and toenails painted an enchanting shade of lavender. But though he found her words unimpressive, he couldn’t help but be impressed by the mound of soft breasts that rose and fell with her every breath.
Celia nodded. Then she said, “Does anyone have any new work to share today?”
“I do,” a stylish blonde said. “It’s about an old school grandfather who just had to cut his kids a certain look and they knew he meant business. His son, though, is a modern Brooklyn dad who carries the baby around in a sling, and negotiates with his three-year-old over whether to wear his shoes backwards or not.”
“That sounds great,” Celia said. “Go ahead.”
“Okay. ‘The old man stepped carefully down the front steps, his leather shoes shiny in the afternoon sun….'”
Just then, a loud blast of music interrupted. “Oh, no” said another woman, a beautiful African-American with coffee-colored skin. “It’s that fundamentalist church in the converted warehouse next door!”
“Seriously, Montrose?” said the young woman. “Fundamentalists? Here in Gowanus?
“Oh, you’d be surprised,” Montrose replied. “I’m sorry, but these people scare me. They’ve perverted the word of Jesus in the name of right-wing theocratic fascism.” Just then, the babies asleep in the strollers along the wall all woke up, and all started bawling in chorus.
“Oh, my god,” Benson spurt out. “More intolerant hateful speech! More babies crying! What is this, a Brownstoner meeting?” He gathered up his Louis Vuitton briefcase and burst out of the door as quickly as he had arrived.
The women all looked after him, stunned. “What on earth was that about?” the young woman asked.
DH – i can’t decide if i want kids or not. sometimes I see them and they look all angelic and sweet and other times, they like demons. freaks me out! here’s a name for your future kid – prius.
Posted by: bodhi_brooklyn at August 13, 2009 2:50 PM
That’s why I love having a niece and a nephew. You play around with them while they’re angelic and they give them right back to their parents when they start being annoying. Plus you can spoil them and yet not give them parenthood lessons and listen to their crap. Being an uncle or an aunt RULES!
DIBS – i have to say your 2:21 pm was unexpected and hilarious. I laughed out loud.
DH – i can’t decide if i want kids or not. sometimes I see them and they look all angelic and sweet and other times, they like demons. freaks me out! here’s a name for your future kid – prius.
landlord, i cant see it as having any effect really. and im not exactly sure who their target audience is to begin with.
*rob*
“DH, Do you want kids so you can name them hipster names like flower or blossom or something?”
I wanna name my kids something cool – like Optimus Prime or Liono
I think once the first eisode airs, we will see the bottom of the real estate market within 1-2 weeks. Miss Muffett, are you listening? 🙂
So will this be good for PS or not??