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Carrie : While
at home, all the English I seemed to encounter was
"bills, bills, bills." I envied Amalita. Her life was a
blur of rich men, designer clothes and glamorous
resorts. She didn't actually work for a living, yet
possessed a dazzling sexual power that she exploited to
her full advantage. Which presented a certain conundrum:
Where's the line between professional girlfriend and
just plain professional?
Samantha : Women have the right to use every means
at their disposal
to achieve power.
Miranda : Short of sleeping their way to the top.
Samantha : Not if that's what it takes to compete.
Charlotte : But that's exploitation!
Samantha : Of men-- which is perfectly legal.
Carrie : Saturday night. In an effort to save money
and maybe even pick up a few extra bucks, I invited the
girls over for poker.
Charlotte : I'll buy
two.
Carrie : I'm in for
three. So you advocate a double
standard. Women can use their sexuality to get ahead
whenever possible, but men should not be allowed to take
advantage of it?
Samantha : No. I'm just saying that men and women are
equal-opportunity exploiters.
Miranda : I fold.
Charlotte : What if you sense that someone is giving
you a professional advantage because they find you
charming?
Miranda : Charming?
Samantha : This I gotta hear.
Charlotte : Well, a few days ago, Neville Morgan, the
notoriously reclusive painter paid a visit to the
gallery.
Carrie : Neville was making his yearly pilgrimage to
Manhattan to check out what was new and hot on the art
scene. And he found it--Charlotte. It was only a matter
of moments before he invited her to his farm upstate to
view his latest work.
Charlotte : So, if I could get him to show at the
gallery, it would be an incredible coup. But what if he
wants me to, you know.
Carrie : Hold his brush?
Miranda : If he so much as suggests what she's
suggesting you give me a call and we'll sue the hell out of
him. That's the only proper way to trade sex for power.
Samantha : I can't believe what I'm hearing. You're
like the Harvard Law Lorena Bobbitt.
Miranda : It's Skipper. I told him I was here. He
insisted on picking me up, but he's not supposed to be
here till 11:00.
Carrie : He's like a sweet little seal pup.
Miranda : That you sometimes want to club. You're an
hour early.
Skipper : Oh, I can wait in the hall.
Carrie : No, Skipper, come in.
Miranda : It's all right. I'm leaving anyway. You guys
have cleaned me out.
Good night, ladies. Charlotte, keep me posted.
Carrie : A couple of hours later, I was looking
forward to calling it an
early night, when-- Hello?
Amalita : Carrie, you bitch! What are you doing?
Carrie : Actually I'm getting ready to go to sleep.
Amalita : Why don't you come and join us? We are at
Balzac, and there is someone here I am dying for you
to meet.
Carrie : I'd love to, but I'm really trying to
cut back. You
know, pinch a few pennies.
Amalita : You are crazy, you know that? Why don't you
just come down here and be your fabulous self?
Carrie : The truth was I could barely afford that
either. But I rationalized that my new shoes shouldn't
be punished just because I can't budget.
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