Carrie Bradshaw….where should I begin? She may be the consummate girl crush, but Carrie Bradshaw is also sort of the worst. Sometimes I think she’s full of shit, and sometimes I love her. And sometimes I don’t.
Even though I reside in Texas, my love affair with the idea of New York City stems back to my adolescent years–I remember it all quite vividly. Friday nights my mom would tuck me into bed and kiss me goodnight in a hurry. I was confused. On Fridays, I was usually allowed to stay up late and watch TV until I fell asleep, but this time was different. She’d flip the TV to HBO and anxiously await the latest episode of Sex and the City like clockwork. Always in grown folks’ business, I never quite understood why I couldn’t stay up and watch TV with her like other nights. Clearly, whatever my mom was watching she didn’t want me to see.
Even still, I’d put up a fuss to stay up late or make my way to the kitchen for juice so that I could pass through the living room and see what she was so captivated by. Per the usual, she’d so kindly direct me back to bed. Once, however, I did catch a glimpse of what was on the television.
Propped up on the sofa, my Mom dozed in and out of sleep one Friday night. I hesitantly peered over the couch to see the TV, but I only caught the credits. A White woman pranced around New York in a pink leotard, and a white tutu and Sex quickly flashed across the screen. Before I knew it, the music had awoken my mother and once again I was schlepped back to bed.
I realized life after being a teenager moving forward into adult life wasn’t as effortlessly fabulous and sprinkled with sparkle as Carrie Bradshaw led me to believe post-teen life/ pre-adult life might be… and so it all began! Whether you’re willing to own up to it or not, at some point or another you’ve probably tried to channel your inner Carrie Bradshaw. It’s okay, we’ve all been there and those who haven’t are probably just living in a crippling fear of being deemed basic (it’s okay guys, this is a safe place).
Nearly a decade later, I rediscovered that same show, but I didn’t have to sneak around to watch it. I was 20, and on my own and my mother wasn’t in control of the remote anymore. Thanks to syndication and networks like TBS and E! I too was able to have my own experience with the romanticNearly a decade later, I rediscovered that same show, but I didn’t have to sneak around to watch it. I was 20, and my mother wasn’t in control of the remote anymore. Let me tell it, I thought I was pretty much grown.
Thanks to syndication and networks like TBS and E! I too was able to have my own experience with the romantic dramedy just like my mother. Since, I work at night I would sit in front of the TV in the afternoon enamored with the lives of Carrie Bradshaw, Samantha Jones, Charlotte York, and Miranda Hobbes. Four gal pals living in the metropolis of New York and dealing with a plethora of modern social issues. Sex, relationships, careers, you name it, they talked about it.
I envisioned that same lifestyle for myself one day…Allured by her dating “wisdom” and good shoes, she really had us all fooled into believing that we too could move to the city and be “a real life Carrie Bradshaw.” Wrong.
And, c’mon if you seriously think about it she went a lot of places, of course I’m sure at times her and her girls would split fare, but most of the time it was just her. She must of spent a pretty penny, too bad they didn’t have Uber! Not, like that would of been any cheaper, but….you never know! Instead, you’ll most likely find yourself sweating to death on the subway platform while waiting for the next crowded train to squeeze yourself onto with the rest of the commoners or on the bus. Chic.
But, get ready for it, what do you know, she lied again! The statement she made is completely untrue because in another episode she was waiting for the bus, when a woman asked her why do you need to take the bus? when you’re on the bus? See, she lied because she’s taken public transportation.