Vapid, Materialistic and Hysterical
Catherine Orenstein, on why Sex and the City is a feminist's worst nightmare:
More dated still, especially for a show that supposedly celebrates the joys of single life and female friendship, is its preoccupation with snagging a man. The characters are a walking compendium of modern female angst — the quest for a relationship, the ticking of the biological clock, the fear of aging out of the marriage market. Not that these aren't sometimes true and even potentially funny themes of single life. But when did haute couture fashion and prêt-à-porter men come to eclipse all the other elements of independent womanhood?
Later:
[T]he heroines of "Sex and the City" are vapid, materialistic and hysterical. The show makes short shrift of their intellect, they have no causes, no families #&212; with the exception of Miranda, who has a son — and their jobs (what little we see of them) seem to exist to enable office trysts. Like Candace Bushnell's columns in The New York Observer upon which the show was based, their lives are flattened backdrops for their dates, and their dates, like their shoes, are accessories — nice looking, often uncomfortable, and seasonal.
Echoes of Danielle Crittenden. See also: Sex and the City Sucks.
