I am a sports-watching, protein-consuming man, but I watch “Sex and the City.” Am I comfortable with this aspect of my life? Not completely. Yet, as one could imagine, I have some different, potentially stranger habits, but I will save those for another column … or not. First things first, lets discuss the show.

My roommates hate it. At first I would secretly change the channel when I heard someone opening the front door or coming down the stairs. Then I became more open in my viewing, and my roommates became more skeptical of my sexuality. I'll admit, if they want to join me in some old-fashioned TV watching, I'll typically acquiesce to their demands and put on some SportsCenter, albeit against my will.

Why do I watch it? Well, one day this summer I was bored and “Sex and the City” was the lone HBO on Demand series whose episodes I had not previously exhausted. I thought that Sarah Jessica Parker was attractive enough, and after all, every episode does bear the nudity warning at its beginning.

At first I was skeptical. I'm pretty sure that during those first couple episodes I was extremely uncomfortable watching Samantha and Carrie discuss the intricacies of French-kissing their boyfriends. In all honesty, I'm still not too fond of the twice-an-episode group lunch meeting to discuss being middle-aged, sexually frustrated single white females, yet I persevered.

Here is my opinion on the four ladies. First: Carrie Bradshaw, played by Sarah Jessica Parker. She's way too skinny and kind of obnoxious. Also, more often than not her clothes look like a trashy woman’s Halloween costume, which is attractive … on Halloween. Samantha Jones, played by Kim Cattrall, is quite frankly just a huge hussy; still, Jones accurately delivers the typical male's approach to a relationship — getting down. Kristin Davis plays Charlotte York, who is by far the most attractive of the four. Charlotte is a naive, marriage-seeking airhead for the most part, but she has a significantly higher degree of moral fiber than her comrades, which might not be saying much. I hate Miranda Hobbes, played by Cynthia Nixon. Not only is she extremely overbearing and unattractive, but she looks like a pale, redheaded version of Gumby. Miranda's dominance of her ridiculously submissive and pathetic boyfriend Steve almost makes me want to vomit. As can be imagined, I’m a bigger fan of the Ed O’Neil, “Married with Children” approach to a relationship.

So, while I rip on these women, if they should even be called that, I do like the show. Big is a pretty sweet dude, and I personally think he should’ve stuck with that Natasha lady, whose bedpost probably has significantly fewer notches than Carrie’s. Each individual episode’s storyline is independent, yet the overarching themes allow for the viewer to appreciate the characters’ similar approaches to varied, oftentimes weird, sexual encounters. Although the show is obviously geared toward women, the topics are usually discussed in raw enough detail to keep the male viewer entertained.

During the average show I’ll oftentimes find myself smiling, only to then realize that I’m smiling and actively stop smiling so that I can retain some sense of dignity. But, gentlemen, give “Sex and the City” a chance, at least once. Next time you need to compromise with your girlfriend, offer watching an episode with her. At least it’s not “Project Runway.”