Morning Mixtapers! Welcome to another stunning, flawless, amazing, SNATCHING THE OVER-SIZED FLOWER OFF YOUR FAVORITE edition of the Majak Mixtape, where pop culture comes to discuss dating a guy with the funkiest tasting spunk. It's Thursday, and we are absolutely parched for some nostalgia, honey, so we're bringing out another case of THROWBACK THURSDAY to pop open and guzzle down. We've served you 1990s comedy fabulousness, sarcastic "Daria" extravaganza, and now we're celebrating the Manhattan REALNESS of Carrie, Charlotte, Miranda and Samantha and "Sex and the City." But before we delve into the men, the pun-tastic musings and, of course, the music, we've got to:
Our first thing of tea deserves its own damn kettle as President Obama metaphorically had the birther movement over for brunch and served them a dessert of humble pie with a garnish of crow as he released his full birth certificate for all to see.
Here's the thing we've never quite understood about this whole birther debate. We mean, we get that fundamentally it was never ACTUALLY about whether President Obama was born in this country but let us all pretend that that was the real issue at the heart of things. We're supposed to be that a politician would be able to pull off this massive of a fraud? Really? President Clinton couldn't keep sticking a cigar in Monica Lewinksy's oval office a secret and Nixon's folks failed at effectively breaking into a fucking hotel, but somehow President Obama, using the power of Islam that he's not even a member of, can perpetrate this grand ole scheme of faking his country of birth? Get to the fuck to the out with that mess.
And Donald Trump was whipping his comb over back and forth with jubilation in a press conference, talking about how proud he was of President Obama releasing the birth certificate and taking full credit for making this shit happen.
In infinitely less important/damn near inconsequential news, Paris Hilton was attacked by something other than total irrelevancy yesterday. It all began innocently enough when Paris Hilton was heading to the courthouse, for once not in handcuffs, to testify against a Nathan Parada, who had broken into her mansion with a large knife but was stopped from hurting the heiress when her boyfriend Cy Waits held Nathan at gunpoint until the police arrived. So while en route to testify that piece of cray cray, Paris and Cy found themselves encountering ANOTHER bit of cray cray when a guy named James Rainford came up and got into a scuffle. Rainford had previously been arrested for riding his bike in Paris Hilton's gated community (not a euphemism for sex, folks) while trying to get a peek at the hotel heiress because even crazy stalkers wouldn't want to sit through "House of Wax" to get a glimpse.
In other court/celeb news, former "Desperate Housewives" star Nicolette Sheridan has found some support from a former executive producer as Sheridan's lawsuit against "Housewives" creator Marc Cherry goes to trial. Sheridan is suing Cherry, claiming the only reason why she was let go from the show was because of a physical altercation between the two of them. They all should've been bitch-slapped for the abysmal season 4. But we digress. Cherry claimed that he had decided to kill off Sheridan's Edie Britt back in May 2008, months prior to their alleged confrontation in September. Former producer Kirkland Baker claims in a deposition that she doesn't remember any discussion of killing the Britt character prior to the fall of 2008. Anybody who has ever watched "Desperate Housewives" and its wonky sense of continuity know that long memories are not one of its strong points.
Now let us a raise a Cosmo and get our "Sex and the City" on!
Thanks for not getting to drunk on those strong Cosmos and following us to the rest of the Mixtape! Time for another fine, fresh, fierce, got nostalgia on lock installment of THROWBACK THURSDAY, where we recount all the things that you've forgotten like we're James Garner and you're Gena Rowlands in "The Notebook." Today we're turning attention to the Fab Four of New York, the ladies of "Sex and the City."
"Sex and the City" began its initial life as a column written by Candace Bushnell in "The New York Observer." Those columns followed Candace Bushnell's fictional alter ego Carrie Bradshaw, her friends and their various dalliances around the cruel island of Manhattan. Think of it as the glitzy dating version of "Lord of the Flies." Those columns were soon turned into a book and that book made its way to Darren Star, the mind behind shows like "Melrose Place." Casting soon went underway with Cynthia Nixon cast as wry lawyer Miranda, Kristin Davis as WASP-y art seller Charlotte, and Kim Cattrall as man-hungry publicist Samantha Jones.
We will always have a deep affection for Kim Cattrall based on one movie, MANNEQUIN.
Judging by her recent commercials for I Can't Believe It's Not Butter, Kim is fastly approaching being as plastic-y as her mannequin counterpart in that movie.
And in the central role of Carrie Bradshaw, Sarah Jessica Parker made her full transition from 1980s nerd to 1990s It Girl. It's amazng what happens when Steve Martin makes you the hot girl in one of his films.
Filling out the cast was Chris Noth of "Law and Order," trading the thin blue line for a well-tailored suit for the role of the mysterious Mr. Big.
Before "Sex and the City," there had been plenty of shows about single women in the big city, trying to make it. "That Girl" and "Mary Tyler Moore" and "Rhoda" had set the gold standard. But when it came down to talking about sex, those shows always erred on the polite side of things. When "Sex and the City" made its premiere in 1998, it hearlded in a very new era of conversation on TV.
Through six seasons, the ladies pretty much discussed everything you could possibly think of.
But most of all, the show was about love.
The soundtrack of "Sex and the City" were filled with amazing tunes. They featured artists like Zero 7 and their song "In the Waiting Line."
Sade and her tune "By Your Side"
And this amazing instrumental by Gunnar Madson was used in season 2 when Big leaves Carrie to go to Paris.
And our personal favorite song use was used during the closing moments of the series finale as the show showed off that the true love story of the series was the bond between the four women while "You Got the Love" by Candi Staton and the Source played over the final moments.
Florence and the Machine also did a brilliant cover of the tune for their "Lungs" album.
After "Sex and the City" ended, they tried to relaunch the brand as a film series. The first one was okay, even if two and a half hours of Sarah Jessica Parker making puns in stereo was a little much. Plus, that reworked version of the theme song was a hot ass musical mess.
Still, it was miles ahead the blasphemous reworking that Alicia Keys did when she covered for Blondie's "Rapture" for the second film.
God, no amount of "Empire State of Mind" awesomeness is going to make up for that sonic foolishness, girl.
And that's it for a little trip down memory lane with the gals of "Sex and the City." As always, we wish you love, peace and downloads. NOW RAISE YOUR DRINKS AND LISTEN TO JENNIFER HUDSON SCREAM ABOUT BEING DRESSED UP IN LOVE.