Kristin Billerbeck is a fourth-generation Californian and has a BA in Journalism & Mass Communications from San Jose State University. She has been on the CBA bestseller's list, is a two-time winner of the ACFW Lit of the year, and is currently nominated for a Christy for The Trophy Wives Club. Kristin has appeared on the "Today Show" and appeared in World Magazine, The New York Times, The Atlanta Journal Constitution and USA Today. She lives in her beloved Silicon Valley and has four children with her engineer husband.

Dear Ashley,

Is it just me, or is the fashion from Sex and the City not quite fashionable? What is the deal with women blatantly sleeping around and its being celebrated? I think I’m missing something.

Perplexed in Peoria

First, I have to admit I haven’t seen the movie, but I did see the fashion and it was . . . bad. If these women want to know why they couldn’t catch a man, didn’t anyone mention to them their clothing? Just because you can wear something, doesn’t mean you should. For example, if you remember the first time miniskirts came around, then you know it’s time to pass on the style the second time around.

We’ve all seen women who look like they’ve invaded their teenage daughters’ closets, and it’s not pretty.

The self-indulgent lifestyle with $700 Manolo Blahniks is so yesterday. Any fashionable girl knows green is in, and so are green fabrics like cotton, denim—the whole “less is more” concept. However, Hollywood is bringing back the muumuu. It’s called the maxi dress, and it billows to allow for all sorts of figure flaws. But do I really want to be in a dress that Angelina Jolie looks better in while pregnant? I think not.

Here’s the thing. The characters in Sex and the City resonated with their audience. Something in their loneliness and their stark yet vibrant cultural lifestyle in New York City hit a nerve with gals at home. To think that they could get dressed up and be in vogue was to feel a little bit of the Cinderella at the ball. But did Cinderella rip her clothes off at the end of the night? Did Prince Charming get the milk for free, or did he buy the cow? (I hate that saying, women in relation to cows—that’s just wrong!)

What makes me excited about the success of the movie is that I’m hoping the romantic comedy, the chick flick, will make a comeback at the movie theatre. We’re tired of this “new concept” story in Hollywood where everyone is pregnant, then the guy falls in love, or the woman falls for the loser, or she doesn’t really need a man anyway.

And there is nothing romantic about a raunchy sex scene. We want our men Mr. Darcy–sexy. I have yet to meet the woman who finds happily ever after with a one-night stand. Unrequited love is better than a trashy sex scene; fulfillment and happily ever after is better still.

Not happily ever after as in that the middle-aged fat guy finally wears down and is willing to marry our heroine, but Mr. Darcy happily ever after: “You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.” “You have bewitched me body and soul.” Ever after.

Bring back those movies and we’ll forgo the fashion altogether for a frock. We’ll be reminded that God’s happily ever after resonates, and an ugly night of regrets is a poor substitution.