Sometimes my readers choose to send me private messages, rather than make public comments. And I love getting them as much as I love it when people comment.
A while ago I got a lovely message from a reader telling me how much she liked the blog, and in her message she said that I was the real Carrie Bradshaw. Now for those of you who don’t get that reference, Carrie Bradshaw is the name of the main character, played by Sarah Jessica Parker, in Sex and the City. I wrote back and said thank you and then giggled a bit to myself.
It was a long time ago, but I’ve already outed myself as someone who wasn’t a fan of the show. I don’t think it was awful, and some of the episodes were funny, but I laugh when I think there are people who believe that that was a realistic portrayal of New York single life. And no, I didn’t see the movie.
Anyway, I took a day recently to watch hours and hours of SATC on DVD (thank you netflix). I figured I should. By the end of the day I knew one thing. The very last person I’d ever want to be like is Carrie Bradshaw. I realize she’s a fictional character and episodic television requires constant change and turmoil in the lives of the characters, but come on. This woman was in love with a jerk and she let him walk all over her for years.
Now I get that she was supposed to have this deep, meaningful connection with him. I know that feeling. I’ve felt it. And it’s led me to some truly crazy behavior. But after a while a smart girl will wise up and move on. Big (Big is the nickname she gave to her love interest) strung her along season after season. She was so hung up on him that she couldn’t appreciate the functional relationships that came her way. And he treated her with about as much care and respect as I treat my bedroom slippers. I’m happy to have them because they keep my feet warm, but when I’m not using them I just kick them off and into the bottom of the dark closet where no where will see them.
Seriously, I so appreciate the fact that people like my blog enough to read it regularly (There are two easy ways to make sure you don’t miss any posts: you can follow me via the OnSugar system in which case you will be emailed each time I post, or you can subscribe to the RSS – click right down there on the bottom). And I know that the comparisons to Sex and the City are all compliments. But please, if I ever start to act like Carrie Bradshaw, can someone curse me out or maybe even track me down and kill me? ‘Cause I just think she was sad and I wouldn’t ever want to be like her. Not at all.
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