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| An emporium of comfort shoes -- waxy, Crayola-colored Crocs down the center, orthopedic inserts behind the register, cork-soled granny sandals to the left -- is about as far as you can get, physically and ideologically, from the stilettos fetishized on Sex and the City. Yet here is Cynthia Nixon, Sex and the City's Miranda Hobbes, perusing the sale rack at a shop in her neighborhood on Manhattan's Upper West Side. As she moves toward a pair of sleek, understated black ankle boots by Arche (the brand, she says, of a put-together woman), a salesman recognizes her -- but only as a frequent customer. She brings the boots to the register, where another older salesman feels compelled to approach her. "Anyone ever tell you you look like Reba?" he asks. "McEntire? No, I've never heard that one," Nixon answers gamely. The young cashier, meanwhile, shakes her head apologetically, clearly a-tingle with embarrassment at having to work with these dunderheads. "When is the movie coming out?" she asks while handing back Nixon's gold card. "Because I can't wait." |
