For about six years, “Sex and the City” was one of, if not the most, popular shows on television (or at least on HBO, though I’d give “Curb Your Enthusiasm” more credit).

“Sex and the City” gradually permeated our culture in a way only rivaled by last year’s “Scrubs” prime-time onslaught.

It still remains relevant today, and I find this a bit frightening. The antics of Carrie, Samantha, Miranda and Charlotte came to symbolize more than just four single women in New York talking about sex.

They became an indisputable aspect of female culture. I see this as a problem.

Women, I will never claim to understand you. I was born with a Y chromosome, and due to that, I will never fully know what girl talk sounds like. So while it is entirely possible that women sound exactly like these rich, snobby, drama queens, I highly doubt it.

The main problem is with viewers who become fanatics. Some people actually choose to live their life in the same vein as their television role models. This is acceptable if you are rich, single, and older than 35 in New York City.

However, for 20-year-olds, the neurotic behavior in this show is not a good way to “bag a man,” which is what every episode seems to be about. After watching a few episodes, I was convinced that this show might be the reason why so many young women will put too much emphasis on relationships at such a young age.

These women are superficial, quite possibly elitist (how many episodes focus outside the trendy, upper class sphere these women occupy?) and downright annoying.

Women, I understand your love for the show. I’m sure if I were a girl, this article would be about how great Carrie Bradshaw is and what she means to society. But I honestly don’t think being promiscuous is empowering, no matter how many episodes focus on that idea.

Sorry, ladies, it’s the truth. And now that I’ve alienated every female on campus, I might as well watch a few more episodes and pretend they’re talking to me.