The surrogate, paid to bake the duel band aids of love, has propelled the mites into the world. The two girls (as predicted), who are currently getting to know the surroundings of East Ohio Regional Hospital in Martins Ferry, weighed approximately 6lbs each (imagine, their weight is "news" already?!) and will answer to the names of Marion Loretta Elwell and Tabitha Hodge. At least their names are relatively normal. Verbose, in an oldie worldly way, but not ridiculous. Perhaps the both arrived wearing mink stoles, with foot long cigarette holders clasped in their respective leather-clad mitts.
Something which could fall under the realm of ridiculous is the existence of a sequel to the Sex And The City Movie. Yep, I'm still bitter/aghast at its presence, and could go on a "the first one was extraneous, a sequel to nothing is beyond ripping the piss" type rant, but Sir Rantsalot is sleepy today. Instead, we'll offer the floor to SATC "stylist" Patricia Field .
When asked if the casts' outfits would reflect the state of the economy (like SJP said they would: "Carrie will have been affected and she's not an idiot (discuss). She's gonna have to change from thinking about indulgence"), Field said: "I wouldn't do it. Of course the four girls are going to be fabulous and flamboyant - otherwise what is the point? (indeed, if the film can't fall back on the outfits, what else is there? A plotline? A SCRIPT?!?) I want to do it the other way. I'd be like: 'Forget your troubles.' I don't use the recession as a reference for my creativity."
Only those rolling in it can ever afford to forget their troubles. Otherwise it's just rubbing your audience's noses in it. And you've done cheap before, Patricia, d'you remember? The khaki nappy, teamed bared midriff cinched in with a random belt, and a shirt built for mini-mouse you threw Carrie into around Season 4?! That probably wasn't cheap at all but it looked it. Hey, maybe just have a gander in your own wardrobe for some inspiration.
Yip, yoooou *waggles finger* have just after looking at Patricia Field's crotch. Ah, the wonder of the internet. It's a beautiful thing.