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Is There Still Sex In The City
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Is There Still Sex in the City? is a novel written by Candace Bushnell and published in August 2019 by Grove Press . It is based on Bushnell's real-life experiences after divorcing at the age of 50. The title of the book references Sex and the City , a book by Bushnell first published in 1997. [1] [2] [3]

This book focuses on a new set of characters: Sassy, Kitty, Queenie, Tilda Tia and Marilyn. The book follows the women as they experience mid-life dating and relationships in the 21st century, occurring between a fictional place called "The Village" (based on the real life Hamptons ) and Manhattan. This includes adoration from a younger man, experimenting with the dating scene on Tinder , and other explorations. [1] [2] [3] [4]

Female midlife dating and relationships

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Is There Still Sex in the City? By Candace Bushnell
Sometimes it can be fun to wonder what became of our fictional heroines. Did Elizabeth Bennet move into Pemberley and discover that her prejudice and her pride were well founded when Mr. Darcy turned out to be a stuffed shirt with anger-management issues? And what of Carrie Bradshaw? After she bagged her Mr. Big, did she list her $40,000 shoe collection on eBay, move to the suburbs, have a bunch of kids and grow old gracefully? Or did Carrie find herself in her 50s child-free, single again and wondering how to get back in the game, only to have her gynecologist recommend a Mona Lisa laser treatment because “your vagina is not flexible enough ”?
Ugh. Such are the humiliations awaiting the female in middle age. That you-gotta-laugh-or-you-cry place is where Candace Bushnell, with her usual sparkling candor, begins “Is There Still Sex in the City?”
More than 20 years ago, Bushnell created a cultural phenomenon when she described Manhattan mating rituals in a weekly newspaper column. It was as if Truman Capote and Margaret Mead had made a beautiful blond baby who combined anthropology with higher gossip. Part reportage, part memoir, those columns begat a book, “Sex and the City,” which begat a TV series of the same name. By focusing on the friendship of four 30-somethings, it lent warmth and humanity to a world that could be chilling in its loveless calculation. “Sex and the City” actually posed a serious sociological question: What happens when women have sex like men? Except we were too busy laughing at Bushnell’s artful acronyms to notice.
Fans of “Sex and the City” and Bushnell’s subsequent books may be baffled by this one. The title suggests a sequel, but there are no updated adventures of Carrie and the gang (pity; who wouldn’t love to see what a little testosterone gel might do to a menopausal Samantha’s libido?). She introduces another group of gal pals: Sassy, Kitty, Queenie, Tilda Tia and Marilyn. They all move to the Village (clearly the Hamptons), where they find themselves in Sniper’s Alley — that scary time of life when people you love start getting sick and dying. Bushnell, whose mother has recently died, claims her mom’s breast cancer was caused by hormone replacement pills, “a standard prescription for women going through menopause.” That is almost her sole reference to the topic. A book about women in their 50s that doesn’t discuss menopause is like Carrie Bradshaw on a bar stool without a Cosmopolitan.
After her divorce, Bushnell runs smack into the last taboo — ageism. Helpfully providing the perfect metaphor, the bank tells her their algorithm won’t let them give a mortgage to a self-employed single woman over 50. “Because I had no applicable boxes, I was no longer a demographic. Which meant, in the world of algorithms, I didn’t exist.” The “middle-aged drumbeat of terror,” the fear of invisibility and that “it’s all downhill from here” are poignantly observed. This is a very different voice from that in “Sex and the City,” both chaste (Bushnell claims she hasn’t had sex for several years) and chastened.
Our narrator recovers her witty high spirits when she returns to Manhattan after the editor Tina Brown calls her with a story idea, suggesting “that I throw myself back into the dating world and write about what it was like dating over 50.” Bushnell, resistant at first, finally dives in. She is appalled by Tinder, but even more appalled when she gets hooked: “It was like being in Vegas.” Although Carrie’s gang suffered from chronic romantic detachment, at least they still met men in real life. “Dating 30 years ago was actually fun,” Bushnell explains to one poor girl who admits that, if a guy from Tinder takes her to the A.T.M., she regards it as an “outing.”
It’s not easy to recreate the magic formula of an epoch-defining best seller. Bushnell gives it her best shot, sprinkling her trademark acronyms and nicknames like comedy confetti. There are “SAPs” (senior age players), one of whom might become “M.N.B” (my new boyfriend), and “Super Middles” (people dedicated to the exhausting business of looking younger than they did when they were young). She is funny on “cubbing” (dating men in their 20s and trying to master their horrible slang) and on “MAM” (middle-aged madness, which Bushnell claims is the female version of the male midlife crisis). Any woman in that age bracket, however, will recognize the thunderous mood-swings as symptoms of that state the author is so weirdly reluctant to mention.
The middle of the book is bulked out with a chapter in which Candace is hustled into spending $4,000 on skin care products at an Upper East Side salon (a story that hardly lends credibility to her pleading financial worries). In another, an ex-boyfriend brings his young son to stay and she wonders whether she missed out by not being a mother. Both feel like magazine features and add to a generally unsatisfactory, meandering feel.
At the end, there is tragedy for one of the women in the Village group. But we have hardly learned their names, let alone their characters, so the emotional impact is dulled. Bushnell, who is better at hilarious than heartfelt, has found happiness with M.N.B. As for the answer to the book’s title, there isn’t a whole lot of sex in the city, but there is companionship, which would have appalled Carrie Bradshaw — but what did she and her shoe collection know? At 60, older, wiser and more fearful, Bushnell says, “While nice didn’t matter so much in one’s 20s and 30s, now it is about the best quality a person can have. Nice is safety from the storm in a world that, as it turns out, is not so very nice after all.”

Theater | ‘Is There Still Sex in the City?’ Review: Candace Bushnell Dishes Hot Details
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In her one-woman Off Broadway show, the “Sex and the City” author invites audiences behind the scenes of her life with a wink and a cocktail.
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Like her “ Sex and the City ” alter ego, Carrie Bradshaw, Candace Bushnell dated a politician once — though he never asked her to pee on him. Dishy details like this are delightfully sprinkled throughout “Is There Still Sex in the City?,” a one-woman show written by and starring Bushnell that opened on Tuesday at the Daryl Roth Theater. But she offers more here than mere fodder for fans of her conflicted urban fairy tale of female sexual liberation, which grew from her mid-’90s column for The New York Observer into the enduring franchise.
With her frank and unpretentious point of view, Bushnell developed an appealing and assured mode of storytelling that marries aspirational fantasy with friendly confessional. Making her stage debut at 63, the author synthesizes her own personal and professional life as if it were a surprisingly eventful night on the town, inviting audiences behind the scenes and into her cozy confidence with a wink and a cocktail. (Cosmopolitans are available for purchase at the theater entrance.)
Bushnell’s onstage memoir proceeds at a quick clip. When she emerged from puberty flat-chested, her father said soberly, “I’m afraid no man is ever going to love you.” (“Thanks, Dad.”) She climbed off the bus to Manhattan in a Loehmann’s outfit picked out by her mother, hoping to write her way to a Pulitzer. She landed her first byline with a wry piece on how to behave at Studio 54. (“If someone dies, ignore them.”) She met her Mr. Big, and then he dumped her just as she published the book “Sex and the City,” in 1996, which would upend how readers, and later viewers, thought about women and sex.
Under the direction of Lorin Latarro, Bushnell is conversational and accessible onstage; there’s a wonder and humility to her tone even as she settles behind the velvet ropes of high society, which makes her endearing rather than alienating to those looking on from the outside. Her prose doesn’t play for laughs, but humor stems from Bushnell’s pithy matter-of-factness. There’s an economy of detail, too, that works smartly in performance. On the set of “Sex and the City,” a crane “shining a very large light, as bright as the sun” fills her with awe. (“And it’s all because of something I wrote.”)
The stage, outfitted like a living-room-size walk-in closet, drips in shades of pink, with pairs of Manolo Blahniks enshrined in glowing chambers (the set design is by Anna Louizos, and lighting by Travis McHale). Sound design by Sadah Espii Proctor cleverly calls up city scenes, from clinking brunch silverware to bustling Midtown traffic. Bushnell breezily cycles through svelte silhouettes from the costume designer Lisa Zinni, in step with the scribe’s philosophy of fashion as pleasure.
Sexual agency and consumer gratification may no longer represent the very vanguard of modern feminism. (The revelation that Bushnell paid to house her own formidable footwear collection — unlike Carrie, whose closet was a gift from Mr. Big — perhaps doesn’t make her bell hooks.) But the imaginative framework that Bushnell laid out in “Sex and the City” has served as a formative foundation in popular culture — and it’s a fun playground to retread here with its romantic, sunny-voiced architect.
In answer to the title question, Bushnell has decamped to the Hamptons, where she relishes planting vegetables, staying in and hula-hooping. These are the bonus years, Bushnell says, an opportunity to reinvigorate and reap the benefits of self-knowledge. Her own Charlotte, Miranda and Samantha have also moved into the neighborhood, proof of her enduring thesis that friendship is life’s greatest love story.
Is There Still Sex in the City? Through Feb. 6 at the Daryl Roth Theater, Manhattan; darylroththeatre.com . Running time: 1 hour 30 minutes.


“Yes, Candace Bushnell really did live the Sex and the City life and created a cultural phenomenon.”
- The Washington Post

First Performance: November 13, 2021
Opening Night: December 7, 2021
Closing Performance: December 19, 2021
In her new one woman show, New York icon Candace Bushnell (author of Sex and the City and the OG Carrie Bradshaw), shares her remarkable philosophy through stories of fashion, literature, sex, and New York City while pouring cosmos in Manolos.
Sometimes your most fabulous character is yourself.
Author: Candace Bushnell
Director: Lorin Latarro
Producer: Marc Johnston, Robyn Goodman, Alexander Fraser, and Josh Fiedler
Press Agent: Rubenstein PR
101 East 15th Street, New York, NY 10003
For tickets: 212-239-6200 P: 212.375.1110 / F: 212.375.1120
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