In keeping with this blog’s longstanding policy of talking about things months after everyone else has weighed in, I am now ready to state: What’s the deal with NonSociety, anyway? By this, I mean not that I don’t get them. I do; much like kittens and clean-air turbulence, the women are lively and relatively harmless, and if nothing else, provide plenty of frequent, often charmingly semi-literate updates (MaryRambin’s shoutouts to “Mac’s fall palate!”; MeganAsha’s heroic chocolates) to my Tumblr dashboard.
No, it’s more because these people are so clearly in need of some dramatic direction. These are, clearly, women for whom Sex & the City was a formative text; why, then, have they set out on this enterprise with only three of them? Doesn’t S&TC, not to mention Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants, clearly show that there should be four? It’s screwing up the story lines all around just to have three. Three is unstable; two gang up against the one, and there’s drama, sure, but it’s shortlived—even the Three Musketeers recognized this.