OPINION: Charlotte still ruining fun after Sex and the City
KRISTIN Davis needs to get over herself.
The Sex and the City star made headlines this week, as Sunrise hosts David Koch and Samantha Armytage apparently belittled the global refugee crisis, as well as her acting career in the process.
Pfft. What a load of rubbish.
Sounds like something Samantha Jones would say.
Forget - for a moment, at least - the work Kristin Davis has done for thousands of refugees as an ambassador with the United Nations' Refugee Agency (UNHCR).
Forget the fact that she is actually more well known as Charlotte York Goldenblatt.
And forget the fact that, unfortunately for her, no one really cares about Sex and the City anymore anyway.
Instead, let's just remember the fact that the honourable work she has done with and for people in need would not have even been possible were it not for the show about which she was so keen on avoiding conversation.
In a classic case of a celebrity taking themselves far too seriously, as soon as the Sunrise hosts swayed the conversation from refugees to our favourite fictional female professionals, the mood turned sour.
Sure, Kochie and Sam probably should have clued on to the fact Charlotte was going a bit "Carrie" on us, but that doesn't change the fact that Charlotte could have just played along while the cameras were still rolling.
She is an actress after all.
Look, I applaud anyone who decides to use his or her celebrity to aid a good cause.
And with the UNHCR, she appears to have done just that.
Good on you, Kristin.
But when Kochie and Sam want to move on after a while talking about the refugees she has visited, helped and inspired, on-air dummy-spitting is hardly the most mature of dealing mechanisms.
Bad on you, Kristin.
Don't get me wrong: I didn't think this little Sex and the City sketch was funny.
The truth is, whenever breakfast television presenters try to be funny, I feel a sense of shame in humanity thought not possible since I heard someone order a quarter-strength decaf skinny latte at a cafe.
And, just like attempted breakfast humour, what is the point of having anything at all?
That all said, we are talking about commercial television here.
And in the land of commercial television, the ratings rule above all.
See, commercial television is a uniquely disturbing beast: even if everyone you knew voiced how much they despised this low-budget Australian reboot of a show that was already pretty ordinary in its initial form, somehow the ratings would still manage to find a way up the next day.
In other words, and as much as it pains me to type it, Kochie, Sam and company were simply doing their job.
Even more painful to say is the fact that it was all intended in good fun.
There was no character assassination on Kristin.
There was no immoral act she was asked to do.
There was no belittlement of the wonderful cause she was there to promote.
It was just (supposed to be, at least) fun.
Of course, Kristin just had to ruin said fun.