Ninety 90’s Songs: Canadian K.D.’s Constant Craving


Oh, the nineties. After the fun, excessive decade of the 80’s which featured innovation stacked on top the also over the top decade of the seventies, things became more subdued. Men sang about their grungy emotions, stopped wearing make up, and women starting to take center stage as moody gravitas-bearing muses. Even some of them stopped wearing make up, too. It wasn’t all Cyndi Lauper and her party anthems anymore. No, this was the decade of serious women. And more black and white videos.

#52 “Constant Craving” by K.D. Lang. Released in 1992, and then again in 1993, this song became a major hit. Unexpectedly, K.D. won Best Female Pop Vocal and Best Female Video awards (Female Video? Videos have a gender? Don’t they mean Video by a Female?).

Whether you identify with it’s lyrics due to feelings you have towards someone you like, or perhaps a vice you can’t shake, and those may very well be the same thing, it’s not difficult to imagine why this song was so popular. We tend to crave the things that are bad for us, don’t we? Knowing we shouldn’t indulge only makes those cravings worse. And more constant.

The video features a stage production of “Waiting for Godot.” The themes (pick one, many have studied it and there are several) were meant to complement the themes of the song. Is K.D. craving the return of a currently absent yet soon to return Godot-esque figure? Maybe she is just craving a chance to play a role in a production that famously features only men. Regardless, having her sing backstage while we see the play performed mirrors how our deep longings continuously rack our minds behind the scenes, while we put on a mask to the world that we are just fine.

While I usually rag on the choice of so many 90’s videos to go black and white, the choice here provides a bleak and stark effect that magnifies the light and dark shades of emotion depicted in the song and video. The song deserved its acclaim, which makes it sad that we still don’t hear this song as often anymore, despite being featured on music-recycling powerhouse Glee.

Re-watch Reviews: Sex and the City Season 1


So that’s it for the first season, eh? It was definitely an exciting ride and I can see why it hooked so many people, but I don’t think that this season portrays the series at its best.


Like so many shows, this one suffers from First Season-itis. It is inflamed with unnecessary elements and identity issues.

Let’s start with the identify crisis. Some shows are lucky to know exactly what they are when they start and their first season is always one of their best (Glee, Desperate Housewives were great starters but lost their ways). Sex and the City, however is torn between two things: sex and relationships.

I won’t deny that sex is a great hook, but when you’re main characters are basically mannequins that you throw into different sexual encounters every week, it gets boring. Thats when the relationship portion gets introduced, but that can be a problem if things get a bit too soap opera-ish.

While the show does eventually focus on relationships (actress Sarah Jessica Parker actually emphasises this later in the series’ run), and soap opera shenanigans ensue but with HBO’s signature edginess, in the first season we get an uneven mish mash. Some episodes are sex heavy and plotless, while more plot based ones are rather dry and not very sexy.

Let’s also talk about some unnecessary elements. I enjoyed the journalistic approach for the first few episodes, I admit. It’s a much different tone than what we get later on in the series, but it’s fun. However, once we start to get to know our girls a bit more, I found that the random interviews were more distracting than informing. I would rather hear the main characters’ opinions on sex rather than some innocent bystander.

While the series does juggle its slew of guest stars rather deftly, this season was a bit too haphazard with the supporting characters… oh, who am I kidding…

I can’t stand Skipper. Even his name!

You either love Skipper or you hate him. While the writers eventually found some usefulness for him in the last episode, he was just a really bad concept. Some of you might find his nerdiness endearing, but he just clashes too much with the girls. He’s not sexy, and is a bit too immature.

But here’s where I change my tone. Sex and the City is a show I really enjoy, and for all its faults, I consider the first season to be a prototype for the seasons that follow. There are several themes that are reused and expanded upon, namely sex, but also things like marriage, pregnancy, strange men and women and their sexual kinks, and of course, relationships.

It’s the last one which divides most people about this show. Season one gives us all this sex and a sense of adventure into a topic that many people find difficult to discuss. Don’t worry that it disappears because we get more of these adventures throughout the show, but many people were turned off when relationships got involved.

Ain’t that always the way? Samantha would agree.

But seriously, we have all kinds of shows about relationships and the drama they cause. Why did Sex and the City have to become another one?

The switch in focus is just drawing the conversation this series started with the public into more mature and deeper topics, and sex was just the pick up line. This show became famous for bringing a modern, and, more notably, a female perspective to what sex means in our modern world. The switch to relationships also mirrors our gals maturing into women as well as fleshed out characters that get actresses nominated for all kinds of awards…

It can be seen as a rough start, but the show gains traction soon enough. Everything you got in this season you get exponentially more later on, minus some needless details.  Besides, some of the most beloved shows had a rougher start than Sex and the City. Star Trek: The Next Generation, for example, had *two* seasons of mostly crap before becoming one of the best sci-fi series ever.

Did I just compare Sex and the City to Star Trek?  Oh yeah, because that’s how I roll.