Jonah, I, too, am glad it is over. But I am also relieved, inasmuch as I care in the least about a TV show, that it ended as it did. A TV show can push the envelope all it wants to get and maintain buzz, but the climax of Sex and the City showed that the show’s gang just wanted to be liked and to do so meant they gave people exactly what they wanted: happy endings. Carrie winds up with John (so we learn, is “Mr. Big”), Miranda and Charlotte are married with children, and Samantha as as close to that as she could get without doing a 180. Sure, it ended with a quick sex scene just to keep its edge, but the series ultimately, generally ended as a cheesy love story—exactly what most people want. So much for empowerment through promiscuity. Inasmuch as TV shows tend to be cultural statements, thank goodness for that ending.