The Sex and the City reboot won't work, because we don't want to be their friends anymore.
When Sex and the City first launched it was a breath of fresh air for single women in their early 20s, like me. I was just a few years behind Carrie and the gang – and related hard to their disastrous love lives, their bottom of the rung career mishaps and their tiny, grotty apartments.
My friends and I would often ask each other, “Which one are you?” We’d take quizzes in magazines to find out how much of a Charlotte or Samantha we were – we’d even lie about how much sex we’d had, or were having, so we could be more “Samantha”. We all wanted Cynthia Nixon’s brains, Kristin Davis’s poise, Kim Cattrall’s attitude and Sarah Jessica Parker’s heart.