I couldn't help but wonder...

Two intelligent, feminist, New Zealand women are waiting at a tram stop in a highly international city. One of them works for NZAID, the other for a UN disaster agency. They have both just seen the Sex and the City movie.

'Um.'
'Am I asleep? I feel like I'm asleep.'
'Hmm.'
'Wouldn't it be great if you had Sarah Jessica Parker's voiceover in your head all the time, telling you exactly what was happening in front of you, so you'd never have to think.'
'That was a long movie. It wasn't as bad as I expected.'
'It was as bad as I expected, but I enjoyed it. I think half my brain has been switched off. It feels good. Numb. It's the top half. The half with the earthquake and the cyclone in it.'
'Do you need a tram ticket?'
'No, I have one of those, um... things. Which mean you don't need a ticket. The name of which. Is French. I can't remember the word. The only words I can bring to mind right now are... like... shoes... handbags...'
'What are you doing on Saturday?'
'Um. Doing. Saturday. Uh... Shoes? Um... handbags? Restaurants?'
'Dior? Chanel?'
'On Saturday, uh... what's the word... Marriage? Apartments? Money? Um... Dresses? Shoes?'
'...'
'...Cake?'
'mmm, cake.'
'I don't even like shoes.'