I have no doubt that Monica got her ideas from Cosmo or similar mags in the business of selling young women the idea that life is an eternal sex-carnival over which they, the young women, are the ringmasters. What Cosmo doesn’t tell you is that time–such as the six years after the Bill ’n’ Monica sizzle of 1998–passes very quickly, and that the years of the power of female sexual allure are as fleeting as spring blossoms. It’s ripe, soon-to-fade summer now, Fourth of July time, for Monica Lewinsky as well as for the rest of us.
I must have been in the wrong demographic for Sex and the City; while the Cosmo “life-as-an-eternal-sex-carnival” girls in the series were having their fun, all I kept wondering about was what were the odds of them catching a disease? (I also wondered where they got the money for Manolos and restaurants, but then I’ve always contributed to my IRA every year.)