The next installment of Be My Guest comes from young Alexa Roach. Along with music, our taste in television is terribly similar, so naturally we're both in love with ABC's Cashmere Mafia. Here are her two cents:
Brand New Heels
Who didn’t love Sex and the City? A show about four women juggling middle age and the single life in New York City. It’s brilliant! Carrie always succeeded in capturing me with her stories. I was never bored. And, most importantly, I built a strong desire to literally walk in her shoes. The show was often light-hearted, and even frivolous: great clothes, lots of sex, Cosmos. But at the same time it meant something. I mean, is it just me or did Carrie’s words at the end of each show always stay with you hours after the episode ended? If Darren Star did one thing throughout the show’s series, he proved that Sex and the City is a TV Show that just works.
Now, Darren brings Cashmere Mafia to our small screens. Although some may see it as a mere cop-out (a lot of that frivolity) Cashmere Mafia should not be overlooked. Sure, the women in Cashmere Mafia only walk draped in designer labels and silky fabrics and enjoy fabulous lunches at divine restaurants to vent about their hectic lives as New York’s Upper Crust, but these four women are bold. They stand out from a crowd, and aren’t afraid to talk face-to-face with the enemy. These four women do not take no for an answer, and personally, a show about four fierce women that practically have the city of New York sitting in the palms of their hands sounds like a show that I want to take notes from.
After watching the first couple episodes I have come to these two conclusions:
1. I want to be a career-driven power woman.
2. I want great hair.
The reasoning behind my first conclusion comes from the aspect that greatly differentiates Cashmere Mafia from it predecessor Sex and The City: the careers. The women of Cashmere Mafia stand up against the leading men in all walks of business – from Wall Street to Bryant Park. They wear expensive clothes, live in great apartments, and exude the meaning of luxury, rightly so! They’ve climbed the ladder and paid their dues to be living the good life. And I quite enjoy seeing them constantly battle the setbacks of being a woman in a so-called Man’s World, examining the skills it takes to juggle ballet recitals and business trips. These women handle so much in one day, and they do it with a little sass and a lot of class.
However if there is one reason to watch the show – one reason only – watch it for the hair! I cannot even begin to explain how luscious and gorgeous their hair is! Maybe out of frustration with my own locks that never stay tame I notice it more, but you can’t deny that their hair is fantastic. And I think their hair defines the real beauty behind Cashmere Mafia.
I am sure that behind the scenes there stand a million stylists with combs and hairspray ready, and the reality of always having gorgeous hair may just not be plausible, but these characters make it look effortless, strutting down the streets of New York looking untouched, carefree, no split ends, no frizz, just smooth hair that curls at the bottom, bouncing with every step. They embody luxury, a trait I never seem to exhibit. The women of this show may not portray an average middle aged woman realistically, but they portray women the way women want to be portrayed: uncontrolled by men, successful, and always with hair to die for.
But their work ethic and beautiful hair aren’t really the deal breakers for me. I tend to feed off their ability to just down a shot and call it a day, cursing whatever new obstacles stand before them and embracing friendship.
This show probably affects me a little too much as, when the opening credits appear, I am already sitting in my fancy black dress, red lipstick and pouring myself some champagne, getting a little too caught up in The Art of Television. Suddenly, I realize I am sitting by myself, dressed up, raising my glass to the screen, alone, on a Wednesday night. I guess my days of good hair will just have to wait.
Brand New Heels
Who didn’t love Sex and the City? A show about four women juggling middle age and the single life in New York City. It’s brilliant! Carrie always succeeded in capturing me with her stories. I was never bored. And, most importantly, I built a strong desire to literally walk in her shoes. The show was often light-hearted, and even frivolous: great clothes, lots of sex, Cosmos. But at the same time it meant something. I mean, is it just me or did Carrie’s words at the end of each show always stay with you hours after the episode ended? If Darren Star did one thing throughout the show’s series, he proved that Sex and the City is a TV Show that just works.
Now, Darren brings Cashmere Mafia to our small screens. Although some may see it as a mere cop-out (a lot of that frivolity) Cashmere Mafia should not be overlooked. Sure, the women in Cashmere Mafia only walk draped in designer labels and silky fabrics and enjoy fabulous lunches at divine restaurants to vent about their hectic lives as New York’s Upper Crust, but these four women are bold. They stand out from a crowd, and aren’t afraid to talk face-to-face with the enemy. These four women do not take no for an answer, and personally, a show about four fierce women that practically have the city of New York sitting in the palms of their hands sounds like a show that I want to take notes from.
After watching the first couple episodes I have come to these two conclusions:
1. I want to be a career-driven power woman.
2. I want great hair.
The reasoning behind my first conclusion comes from the aspect that greatly differentiates Cashmere Mafia from it predecessor Sex and The City: the careers. The women of Cashmere Mafia stand up against the leading men in all walks of business – from Wall Street to Bryant Park. They wear expensive clothes, live in great apartments, and exude the meaning of luxury, rightly so! They’ve climbed the ladder and paid their dues to be living the good life. And I quite enjoy seeing them constantly battle the setbacks of being a woman in a so-called Man’s World, examining the skills it takes to juggle ballet recitals and business trips. These women handle so much in one day, and they do it with a little sass and a lot of class.
However if there is one reason to watch the show – one reason only – watch it for the hair! I cannot even begin to explain how luscious and gorgeous their hair is! Maybe out of frustration with my own locks that never stay tame I notice it more, but you can’t deny that their hair is fantastic. And I think their hair defines the real beauty behind Cashmere Mafia.
I am sure that behind the scenes there stand a million stylists with combs and hairspray ready, and the reality of always having gorgeous hair may just not be plausible, but these characters make it look effortless, strutting down the streets of New York looking untouched, carefree, no split ends, no frizz, just smooth hair that curls at the bottom, bouncing with every step. They embody luxury, a trait I never seem to exhibit. The women of this show may not portray an average middle aged woman realistically, but they portray women the way women want to be portrayed: uncontrolled by men, successful, and always with hair to die for.
But their work ethic and beautiful hair aren’t really the deal breakers for me. I tend to feed off their ability to just down a shot and call it a day, cursing whatever new obstacles stand before them and embracing friendship.
This show probably affects me a little too much as, when the opening credits appear, I am already sitting in my fancy black dress, red lipstick and pouring myself some champagne, getting a little too caught up in The Art of Television. Suddenly, I realize I am sitting by myself, dressed up, raising my glass to the screen, alone, on a Wednesday night. I guess my days of good hair will just have to wait.
