Sex and the Park Slope?

Apparently Darren Star, who brought us all "Sex and the City" (the eponymous television show that inspired the very name of this website--sort of), now has a new show in the works that focuses on moms in Park Slope, or something:

"Producers are giving Park Slope the star treatment with a pilot by the same executives who brought “Sex and the City,” starring Sarah Jessica Parker, and “Melrose Place” to TV.
According to industry sources, Darren Star, who created those smash shows, has teamed with Sony and NBC for a proposed series about a group of affluent characters who live in the upscale Brooklyn neighborhood."

Do people not realize how tiny Park Slope is? I mean, granted, "Sex and the City" pretty much covered the eight square miles that encompass the Upper East Side and all the: East and West Villages, Chelsea, Tribeca, etc; but Park slope is about two square miles! On top of that, most of that square mileage consists of identical brownstones and Prospect Park.

And Park Slope is definitely an island among itself. Walk North and you're in the boring/shitty/not-yet-gentrified/mildly dangerous: Bed-Stuy and Fort Greene areas. Walk south and you're in the boring/shitty/even less gentrified/more full of identical run-down brownstones: Sunset Park. You don't even want to walk East past Prospect Park. That's, like, East Flatbush no-man's-land.

But I like Park Slope. Jade described it as "where people from Williamsburg move when they have babies," which is completely accurate. There are some cool places in Park Slope, but I haven't even spent much time there and I'm already running out of things to do. There are a couple streets with interesting bars, a killer sneaker store called "Soula," and a vegan restaurant that's not bad. And that's about it.

I imagine the new Darren Star show will start out in Park Slope, and slowly branch out into Brooklyn Heights and DUMBO without telling viewers. Eventually everyone watching will think Park Slope is as big as Manhattan, and encompasses all the affluent areas of Brooklyn in one spectacular neighborhood.

PS: I'd definitely watch a show that involved Carrie Bradshaw living in Bed-Stuy. Unfortunately it would only last three episodes.

Episode 1: The "move-in episode." Where in, Carrie does a voice over explaining why she had to move out of Manhattan. There's a moving montage, then a bunch of scenes where she mopes around and her annoying friends try to convince her it's not so bad (in each of their particularly whaspy brands of condescension).

Episode 2: Carrie finds a love-interest named "Lo-Jack" who helps Carrie move her mahogany-stained Valencia armoire into place. She'll display mild irritation with the G-train, and write a column about how gentrification is a metaphor for modern relationships and vice-versa.

Episode 3: Ends abruptly when Carrie runs to the corner store to grab a vitamin water and is murdered.