This writer has watched Sex and the City from the first season to the last, frame to frame, at least eight times. It went from wanting to be Carrie in her tutu dress, to pretend one was living her writer-in-New York life (toxic man Mr Big in tow), to admiring the way the friendship between the four women evolved, to switching over to wanting to be Samantha, or looking at her own v-jay-jay with a hand mirror a la Charlotte. 

Last week, the show marked 25 years since Episode 1 was first aired—the one where a naive British journalist comes to New York, only to meet an eligible bachelor, who ghosts her after a whirlwind romance. In comes sex column writer Carrie Bradshaw (Sarah Jessica Parker), and her best friends, Charlotte York (Kristin Davis), Samantha Jones (Kim Cattrall) and Miranda Hobbs (Cynthia Nixon), to spill the bitter beans about love and dating in the big, bad city. Since then, it has captured the imagination of single, ageing, not-so-single, divorced, sexless, sex forward women all over the world.