I went to see “Sex and the City 2” yesterday and loved it. Everything reviewers objected to were the very things I loved about it: the clothes, the shoes, the fairytale location in Abu Dhabi, the pure escapism and beauty. Yes, I sighed over Carrie's closet (and regretted that she and Big let that fabulous Fifth Avenue penthouse go in the last movie) and Charlotte's matched set of Louis Vuitton luggage. I'm glad the ugliness of the recession and the drabness of everyday life hasn't touched our glittering girls. It was bad enough being returned to reality after two hours.