Thursday, December 19, 2013

Can I just say how very tired I am of every article I come across that points out how unrealistic Sex & The City is? How Carrie would never be able to afford her wardrobe writing a sex column, how she would never be given a Vivenne Westwood gown for her wedding.. Hell, there's even a blog with the name "Carrie Bradshaw Lied". No shit. 
It is a work of fiction. It is a glamorized, glossy dream of what every girl would want in such a crazy city as New York. The endless possibilities: running into exes and their wives, being flown out to LA by Matthew McConaughey, having a friend with en ex who lends his multi millionaire Hamptons crib to her for the weekend, daily brunch, nightly bar hopping, endless occasions to shop for, parties to attend.. 

What I love the most about Carrie (and everyone else hates) is the fact that she isn't a bitchy lawyer or a high profile PR professional like Samantha. She speaks to all the aspiring writers, all the humble small-town-heart hopeless romantics. Not all of us wish to be celebrities, debutantes, feminists, political titans. 

A humble, fashionable apartment, steady, interesting job, one on and off love of your life, a sisterhood of 3, and a slew of dating, fashion, and social mistakes might be the American Dream for more girls than you'd think. 

So I'd like to say to all you heyterz: Carrie Bradshaw isn't real. Nothing about her is realistic. She is like Santa and The Tooth Fairy and if you want something realistic, you're better off watching the Discovery Channel or the depressing 10 o clock news. Grinches. 

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