Miranda and Steve are fighting and she’s telling him she’s not the right kind of woman. Charlotte puts on a mustache and a three piece suit for a photographer who’s turned on by crossdressing. Carrie’s voiceover wonders if every woman has a man inside of her. And of course, I love that shit. When they just say it. Carrie’s dating this bisexual guy but can’t stop imagining him kissing men with tenderness. This man, like every other, is perfect except for this one thing. I used to imagine men kissing me tenderly all the time. Now, before I’ve even woken up, I’m fantasizing about fucking you with a penis designed by doctors. And you squirm or cave or buckle with the sensation. A body can be authentic and also constructed. When Miranda tells Steve she is not the right kind of woman he says, me too. Me either. None of us are right.
