It looks like Sex & The City:

Four women, New York City, fantastically chic outfits, coffee shop meetings, 

It sounds like Sex & The City:

Plinky-plonky background music, and quick-paced dialogue, peppered with sassy quips.

But it is no Sex & The City. 

There are several child-characters, who have far too much dialogue for my liking. The two married-people storylines smack of warmed-over Melrose Place, and Melrose Place should really only be served hot.  And I watched the entire episode, without ever knowing what the characters' names were.  This may, or may not, be my own fault.  The Carrie-one, the Miranda-one, and the Charlotte-one were not appealing enough for me to care what was happening in their lives.  I usually love Lucy Liu, though, and will be patient until she grows into the role (she's the Carrie-one).

I think the reason I don't like them, is that, so far, they appear to be flawless, and invulnerable. 

I want the Carrie-wiping-out-on-the-catwalk.

I want the Miranda-getting-bombed-to-cope-with-her-uber-hot-date.

I want the Charlotte-yelling-about-wrapping-a-stapler-in-a-brown-paper-bag-and-smearing-poo-on-it-for-a-shower-gift.

Those are characters I love. 

I do enjoy the Samantha-one, though.  Bonnie Sommerville is great.  Every other character I've seen her play has been a Pollyanna-ish, squeaky-clean, pink-cardigan-wearing Junior-Leaguer (no offense to Pollyanna, squeaky-clean people, people who wear pink cardigans, or Junior Leagers).  She's edgier in this; kind of goofy, and funny to watch.

Cashmere Mafia hasn't been whacked yet, so I will probably watch it, if it sneaks up on me while I'm trying to pretend I'm keeping up with the election coverage.