Or at least I had a t-shirt that said I was. I was once among the proud millions to own a shirt proclaiming my “unique” Sex and the City personality. I ordered the cheaply made light pink shirts for myself and my friend Kelsey (who, in my defense, really IS Charlotte, down to the high-pitched shrieking in the presence of a baby) in the height of our SATC obsession. It was the high school days, when, embarrassingly, the weekends were most often spent with a pint (or two…) of Ben and Jerry’s and a six-episode SATC DVD.
The funny thing is, I never really was a Charlotte. Sure, maybe (especially in high school), I was a leeeetle prude, but as a thirteen-year attendee of Catholic school, I certainly never was a WASP. And by now, I probably have as much whore/bitchy lawyer/neurotic writer in me as the next girl. I guess what I’m trying to say is, I think Kathleen’s right.
And for the record: you can now purchase my “I’m a Charlotte” t-shirt at a Denver Goodwill for about $1.00. It’s a great deal, people: it was never worn.
[Posted by Mallory]