i prefer pigtails and tripping through fields with a fluffy dog, to smoking, non-fat venti lattes, and recycled 80's fashion. during the height of it's popularity, i practiced my own personal boycott of "S&tS" (when i had illegal HBO) because i found the 30-something characters quite irritating (not to mention, how cliche, as a female in her 30's, to admit to watching it).
the reality is; i still wear my hair in braids, but i also sit around with my girlfriends agonizing over the internal fracas of 50's american housewife versus 'feminist with a fetish for monogrammed accessories and pilates'-- only to agree to blame it all on our mothers, middle school perms, or taking a rainbow brite lunchbox to school one year longer than socially appropriate.
obviously, "half pint" then goes home to pore over the synonyms for flatulence, fornication, and foot fungus (on her laptop), to summarize the preceding "cocktail conversation".
redemptive disclaimer: i have thrown out all of my pixie boots as well as any belts that are wider than an ironing board.