By On a particularly wet, frigid afternoon in New York, I was home in my apartment with just two things on the menu: my Chipotle bowl and Sex and the City. I’ve seen every episode of about 67 times, so picking an episode to watch these days is a bit laboring. Do I watch Carrie wear that red cowboy hat in the Hamptons for the umpteenth time? Or recite Lexi Featherston’s, “New York is over!” speech yet again? Faced with such boundless options, I left my episode choice up to fate.