Cashmere Mafia: Feminism Never Looked So Glossy

I confess I'm joking using the word feminism in the same sentence as the new show from Sex and the City/Melrose Place's Darren Star, Cashmere Mafia.

The show stars Lucy Liu (who's better off as a bitch), Miranda Otto (who's better off in Middle Earth), Frances O'Connor (who... might be better off here than in Mansfield Park, actually) and Bonnie Somerville (who I've never seen before so you tell me if she was better off in the O.C).

Liu is a high powered advertising executive competing with her new fiance (Tom Everett Scott who fared better in That Thing You Do!) for the top job at their company. Of course, she wins but loses Everett in the process.

Otto's a high powered COO whose husband (Peter Hermann who fared well in Law & Order:SVU, but even better as The Hair on 30 Rock) is cheating on her with some rich divorcee skank. The girls tell her and it turns out she knows but turns a blind eye. She tells hubby she's going to take a lover then they can start over with a clean slate.

O'Connor, a mergers & acquisitions director, must make appointments to see her husband (Julian Ovenden, a brit who might be faring better on this side of the pond as chick show man candy given his rather short resume). Man Candy gets a new job where he'll be traveling a lot by the end of the ep. What, oh what, will Zoe do with her nanny-less household and crappy assistant?

And Sommerville, a marketing VP, thinks she might be a lesbian... and goes to her priest for advice. Oh, her priest is her brother so I guess his highly secular advice is... acceptable. She kisses the girl but will she get the girl?

Anyway, I'm sure you get the picture. Four high powered women, queens of the 21st century, ladies who have it all and then some, must cope with the demands of being four high powered women, queens of the 21st century, ladies who have it all and then some.

I don't know if I'm enjoying this or if I even want to. Big Business New York life, designer clothes and designer husbands and girlfriends are hardly a world I'm a part of or want to visit with any regularity. The scene at Liu's engagement party where the men tell each other not to use the "R" word because it's just as bad as the "C" word is, of course, barfworthy. The "R" word? Relax. Also, what the hell was up with LL's earrings? Those giant gold sparkly circles were hideous!

Of course I'm going to keep watching. Maybe I can take on Cashmere Mafia and dump Desperate Housewives. At the end of the day, strong women are way more interesting than strident.

Now I'm watching Women's Murder Club. Why must all these shows be about four women? What makes four the perfect number?

Happy Monday,
Ms. P

ps. I'm not sure if The Bucket List is on my bucket list, but it might be hard to resist the lure of Morgan Freeman and Jack Nicholson even though it looks highly emotionally manipulative.