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The comment freakout over at Chicagoist over John Kass's boilerplate Sex and the City column is entertaining, but if you find yourself in need of absolution, here's what you need to know about SATC. Go watch Beth and Val now: "such a spiral of offhand absurdity that at times it seems as abstract and daffy as a painting by Paul Klee."
The only other thing that needs to be said about SATC is that it turned Chris Noth, a fine comedic ham second only in the Law & Order firmament to Jerry Orbach, into a total zombie. And I can't really forgive that. I have my own bad television obsessions, but I'd much rather watch Pavlovian procedurals about people who like their jobs (House, L&O, X-Files) rather than fin de siecle testaments to rarefied self-loathing. I can get that for free, it's not hard. Or maybe it's just that social dramedy doesn't makes sense if you don't leave the house much.
Since I'm here, I'd also like to express my wish that journalists come up with a new exhibit A to represent the undemocratic ways of Daley. I'm tired of Meigs Field as the current exemplar. While unbelievably brazen, there was at least a sense of humor in the giant Xs. More importantly, I have no sympathy for rich men and that airport was born of the rich, for the rich. Nothing about the battle to keep it open was especially democratic, aside from the rhetoric, unless the game of who has the deepest pockets to win a protracted legal battle (after reneging on a deal) is one's idea of democracy.