The “Sex and the City” movie phenomenon is drawing women — nearly exclusively — like moths to a flame. Clinton’s campaign has done the same. It’s as if a new gender conversation has begun, only this time it’s among women who — after having dined on the fruits of feminism and achieved remarkable things — are taking stock of their compass position in America’s post-feminist culture.
Does marriage really have to be boring and autonomy robbing? Maybe the thrill of sexual conquests can’t hold a candle to the stability of a committed relationship? Is motherhood really slavery? Is a closet full of Dolce & Gabbana dresses and Sergio Rossi heels all that I am? Am I living to work or working to live?
It seems to me women in post-feminist America are searching anew for contentment. They were thinking Hillary may have the answer. And if not her, maybe Carrie, Miranda, Charlotte or Samantha.