There’s going to be a huge dearth of women in bars tonight. A great many of your co-genderists will be attending a film showing of some sort. I heavily suggest you take advantage of this opportunity to experience the rare phenomenon of the sex ratio in New York City being tilted in your favor.I basically made this point in this story (or, at least, tried to), but the great irony about the Sex and the City phenomenon––especially in its aspirational sense, ie: girls like Julia Allison proclaiming, “I AM Carrie Bradshaw!!!”––is that there’s not a single movie for which the characters on that show would give up a Friday night that could otherwise be spent drinking and/or getting (or trying to get) laid. You really want to be Carrie Bradshaw, Julia? Follow Carney’s advice.