And that sexist blather is topped by our next scene, wherein Miranda, feeling unsure of her femininity, turns to what Carrie's VO tells us is "Manhattan's latest fitness craze -- the Goddess Workout." We see Miranda and Carrie in a group of women who are all prancing about, waving scarves in the air. An instructor urges them to "open [their] chakras and let the inner goddess sing." Carrie yawns and tries to make her scarf into a tube top, but I guess the fabric covers too much skin so she abandons the effort. Miranda finds out that she can't "pop [her] hip" like a true woman, so she frets about being "a guy." Then Carrie and Miranda almost bump heads while flailing their scarves around and decide to bolt from the class.

Sidewalk. Miranda's in her street clothes and a suede overcoat, while Carrie…well, did y'all ever wonder what Lorna Luft might have worn onscreen if Grease 2 had been set at a ski lodge? Fortunately, Carrie's got the answer right here in her "capris on skis" ensemble: turquoise pedal-pushers, heels, cable-knit turquoise sweater (belted!) and a white cardigan/duster. The yenta outfit inspires Carrie to tell Miranda, "In any relationship, one person is the alpha dog, the one that's in charge." Miranda thinks that's exactly who she is, and what's going down with her and Steve.

Cut to Miranda walking into her apartment and looking around her neat, empty bedroom. She crosses her arms and frowns. For the radio listeners, Carrie VO's that Miranda "didn't like it."

Meanwhile, at D&D, Samanda, er Samantha struts out of her office in a form-fitting orange tank dress and barks at Matt to send some invitations to the printers. He disregards her orders. She commands him to do what she asked, and reminds him that he's her assistant. They growl in each other's faces, like the "alpha dogs" Carrie blathers about in a voice-over. The phone rings. Matt barks at the caller, telling whoever it is that they "have a shitty attitude, too," and "[their] parties suck." He slams down the phone. Samantha fires him on the spot, although most New York PR assistants would get a promotion and a raise for that behavior. Samantha explains that Matt's dismissal is actually "good news" because "now [she] can fuck [him]." She grabs him and forces herself on him. They argue some more about whether to do it on the chair or the desk. As if Samantha doesn't have a bed or a fold-out sofa in her office! As if Samantha's behavior is comical and not repulsive! Whatever! (And, yeah, I know that Matt's comments showed that the sex was consensual. But everything leading up to it was incredibly creepy and practically a tacit endorsement of sexual harassment at the workplace, which is definitely not cool, IMHO.) ["And if it was a man who fired a woman so he could fuck her, no doubt the country would be outraged." -- Nicole]