My Weekend Crush

Maybe it’s just me. Maybe it’s the gay thing. But I think Cynthia Nixon has been looking fantastic lately. Really, really fantastic. After seeing her in the “Sex and the City” movie last weekend (and when I say seeing her, I mean ALL of her – da-YUM!), I don’t think it’s just me. Girlfriend looks fierce. And you know, maybe it was just the nostalgia. Maybe it was the cocktails we snuck into the theater. But I had a great time watching the movie. So much so, I’m tempted to go see it again this weekend.

My fondness for the series stretches back to its beginning a decade ago. It was around the same time I moved to California and here were four ready-made friends I could visit with each week. And, over time, they became as familiar as old friends. And, as I’ve mentioned before, Miranda was always my favorite. It wasn’t just the suits or the sarcasm or the scarlet hair. No, it was that Cynthia Nixon made Cynthia Nixon more than a stereotypical ball-buster. She made her entirely human and therefore entirely relatable. Seeing Cynthia step back into Miranda was a treat once again. And once again she made Miranda real and relatable. It wasn’t the Carrie/Big breakup that made me cry, it was the Miranda/Steve breakup. That felt real. That felt raw.

All these years later, what I admired about Miranda is what I admire about Cynthia. She is smart. She is talented. She is hard-working. She is unfailingly honest. And then there’s the one thing Miranda wasn’t – she is gay. (Well, there was that one episode with the kiss in the elevator.) The way she has publicly handled both her relationship with girlfriend Christine Marinoni and her battle with breast cancer is inspiring. That’s how it’s done – privately, but honestly. Plus the whole gay thing must really be agreeing with her because (and I really can’t stress this enough) girlfriend looks fantastic. Happy weekend, all.