We all know Carrie is the poster-girl for singledom, but can moms relate to these fashionistas?

In 1985 when I was single and living in New York City, I went to back to back screenings of "Flashdance" by myself to feel less alone and stave off a Haagen Daas binge. I'm that kind of moviegoer. I go for the company, to identify with the stars, to feel a part of the world and the culture. So you can imagine, as an isolated mother of a baby now, how eager I was to see "Sex and The City," the movie.

Maybe it was nostalgia for those years in my life when I waited to see what mischief Carrie and the gals would get in to, or maybe I'm a sucker for high fashion romantic dramedy, or maybe it just felt cool to be sitting in a movie theater with mostly women who were giggling and applauding, but despite the clunky writing and unsurprising story lines, I have to admit I had a good time. Not a great time, not the time of my life, but satisfying enough. Just like the ubiquitous Starbucks coffee that shows up in a lot of scenes, "Sex And the City" never takes you somewhere you haven't been, but it still warms you and gives you a buzz. Worth making a trip out to the "Mommy and Me Matinee." And there's enough fashion montages that you can do a diaper change, or two, or read a text from a stranded teenager, and never miss a plot point.

Dani Klein is the mother of two and creator/producer of "Afterbirth....Stories You Won't See in Parents Magazine."