Friend or Faux
Harry Goldenblatt sat at the small table kitchen encouraging his small daughter to eat her cereal. After Mai's bowl was empty, he turned his attention to his newspaper. A story on the front page caught his attention. "I'll be damned," he said quietly. "Charlotte," he bellowed. "You're going to want to see this."
Charlotte stormed into the kitchen buttoning the jacket of her Chanel suit as she entered. " What is it?, " her haste making her impatient. " If I don't leave this apartment right this second, I am going to be late for children's' hospital board meeting. I hear enough snide remarks from Bunny McDougal. I don't want to give her an excuse to make any more."
"I don't think that's going to be a problem," he said, handing Charlotte the paper. She saw the headline, "Society Matron Crushed by Hothouse."
A couple of hours later, Carrie Bradshaw opened her eyes and groaned. This was far from the worst hangover she had experienced; but it was the first she had encounter she had had in a long time with a throbbing head and cottonmouth and she felt fairly wretched. She reached out toward the nightstand and slapped at the swag bag from last evening's club opening until it fell out of her way. The alarm clock said five minutes after ten.
She groaned again and forced herself to sit and them fumbled around for the remote. "Good Company," her favorite morning talk show had just started and she didn't want to miss the daily "America's talking about…" segment. As the television clicked on, Liz Valdez, one of the shows hosts was holding a magazine in one hand and waving it in the air. "America's talking about an article in this month's Men's World magazine by a writer named Jack Berger." Carrie's stomach flipped violently.
"That's right," another host chimed in. "He writes about how all women today are mounting an all assault on all things male. He writes about a woman he went out with – he calls her Christie Bradmoor – flaunted her success in front of his face and how emasculating that was to him. And how he felt like he was going to grow a … Let's just he thought he was going to grow a vajayjay when she forced him to wear a red, silk Prada shirt."
"I saw, let a man be man," a man in the audience yelled.
Carrie hit the "off" button on the remote.