Candace Bushnell owes me six minutes and fifty-four seconds of my life back, because that is how much time I wasted on the
Sex and the City writer's dismal
new "webisode" effort The Broadroom.
I say this as a person who is very familiar with Bushnell's work. I read
Four Blondes. I read
Trading Up. I read
lipstick jungle. I watched
Sex and the City and tuned in for both
lipstick jungle and
Cashmere Mafia because I wanted to see who had