I’ve watched every episode of Sex and the City. A few weekends ago, I saw the movie (with my gurrrrrrrlz! Cosmos! LYLAS). I’ve been sucked into this image, and as I lie here on my bed with my Mac (just like SJP! But 100 lbs heavier), I can’t help but wonder…has the quirky narrative of Carrie Bradshaw and company drowned out our own internal monologue?
My life right now is as far from Sex and the City as it could possibly be. I’m not fashionable, I don’t live in a city, and chastity is the name of my game these days. And I seem to be the only person to realize that being pink doesn’t hide the fact that cosmos taste like pure vodka. Despite all of this, there is something so relatable about Sex and the City. And that’s just the problem. It has become a reference for our everyday lives, blurring the lines between reality and fiction. We are part of the Sex and the City generation, and we’re growing up. If you think I’m crazy and over exaggerating the impact the show has had, just know that Aiden was the number one name for boys born in the U.S in 2003. And has been ever since. Coincidence? I think not.
We are also the online generation. The internet has provided numerous ways for us to show the love. Sex and the City, like Grey’s Anatomy, provides a plethora of quotes for girls to use as away messages and favorite quotes on Facebook. Examples ripped from the profiles of my loved ones:
“So just live. Make mistakes, and have wonderful times, but never ever second guess who you are, where you have been, and most importantly, where it is that you are going.”
“Later that day I got to thinking about relationships. There are those that open you up to something new and exotic, those that are old and familiar, those that bring up lots of questions, those that bring you somewhere unexpected, those that bring you far from where you started, and those that bring you back. But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you find someone to love the you you love, well, that’s just fabulous.”
For more just fabulous material and to find the perfect profile quote, please visit http://www.sexandthecityquotes.com/. Yup. There’s an entire Web site devoted to it.
In the Sex and the City world and now the real world, we are asked to identify ourselves by character. In fact, there are t-shirts out there that say “I’m a Samantha” (so you’re a slut?), “I’m a Charlotte” (WASPy prude?), “I’m a Miranda” (bitch?) or “I’m a Carrie” (emotional train wreck?) For the record, I’m a hybrid. I believe I’m a Carrie/Miranda, but who knows? The point is this: There are more than four types of women in this world—and thank god for that.
That being said, there are universal truths shared among women when it comes to men (read: we are superior, men are jerks, whatever). But just as there are more than four types of women, there are also more than two or three types of men. Comparing our lives to Sex and the City and other chick shows may be fun, but it might not be totally healthy. You can’t make your own mistakes if you’re making the ones Carrie and Company already made. (OMG, this is JUST like that episode of Sex and the City when…) You won’t learn from those mistakes if you take Carrie’s word for it without exploring how you really feel.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying to be negative—it’s fun to go to the Sex and the City movie with your best friends and drink pink vodka, but real life is way more complicated than that. You don’t need Carrie to tell you to love yourself. You can have the same life experiences in a solid pair of Rainbows as Manolo Blahniks or Jimmy Choos. So don’t look for an Aiden, Big, McDreamy or McSteamy. Just look for your own soul mate—and if he happens to be as hot as Aiden, lucky you.
[Posted by Kathleen]