Bushnell is recognizably herself, at least in the hour of rehearsal I saw, but buffed and glossed: a person repurposed as a fun and fabulous character. The stage show, rich in quip and pop song snippet, is candy-colored, too - a chocolate martini with a sugared rim. “She writes feminism in a way that makes it palatable for a lot of women who have internalized misogyny and a lot of men who think everybody looks great in their sexy dresses.” Latarro, during a pre-rehearsal chat, agreed. Because that’s how you move society,” she said. “So I learned very early on to coat everything in a candy-colored, sugarcoated message. She recalled that as a child, angry about the inequities of gender, her father sat her down and told her that while she had ideas that people would need to hear, no one would listen if she yelled them. (Let’s just say that when I read her most recent book I found a few pages that described my foundered marriage so entirely that I had to text them to half a dozen friends and then lie down for a while.) And this is just ever so slightly on purpose. She speaks persuasively about the deforming effects of patriarchal power and the need for, as she put it, an equality of “mind, body and earning potential” - a nice surprise from a woman once known for table dancing at Da Silvano.Ī Page Six darling, Bushnell has rarely received much credit for her politics, her obvious intelligence, her psychological acuity. Her feminism, which lurks at the margins of her books, emerges cogently and unashamedly in conversation. After fleeing Manhattan for the Hamptons and despairing of dating, she wrote another novel, “Is There Still Sex in the City?” Her marriage to the ballet dancer Charles Askegard, whom she nicknamed Mr. Two movies followed, as did licensed fragrances, bus tours and candy.īushnell’s life diverged from Carrie’s.
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HBO premiered a series adaptation two years later. She collected those pieces into a spiky 1996 book, “Sex and the City,” autofiction before it was cool. With slices of lemon to soothe her throat.īushnell, 62, broke out in the mid ’90s as a sex and relationship columnist for The New York Observer, centering her columns on a character named Carrie Bradshaw, a chic stand-in for Bushnell herself. I must tell you that after a long day of rehearsal in five-inch heels and a photo shoot at which she had posed atop, bestride and semi-supine on a corner banquette, Candace Bushnell, the woman who made the cosmopolitan the most famous drink of pre-Y2K New York, slipped into a chair in the gallery of the Carlyle Hotel and ordered an unglamorous pot of Earl Grey tea.
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