Look closely. Is it me or did Sarah Jessica Parker just finish stepping in a huge puddle of what Fletch would refer to as “gook”? How New York of you, poster. If you like to be amazed by things that are exponentially more gaudy and obnoxious than your friend’s (okay, your) Lisa Frank notebooks from middle school, head for the jump. And if you’re counting the days for May’s hot pink designer wad of counter-programming, do the same. I heard one of them has a baby, one gets married and the other remains a cougar 4 life. Is there another one? She leaves the city for a Parisian. If only the playoffs were this easy to call.