‘I will never be the woman with the perfect hair, who can wear white and not spill on it.’ Carrie
As a 30 year old, many things start to happen — you know how to order fabulous wine, quality designers finally have a place in the closet, and you binge watch Sex and the City. I’ve watched the series in my youthful teens and even twenties, but let’s be honest — it meant shit to me. I couldn’t grasp the relationship struggles, fine lines and wrinkles, and frankly being a 30 year old.
So as I watched the season 1 episodes, I laughed to myself at how absolutely plain each character looked. It was pre-prada, jimmy choo, and manolo blahniks. They ate at diners not fancy bistros with coffee mugs not champagne glasses.
Then as the season’s progressed, Carrie’s hair became less curly (she was my curly hair guru) and style became EVERYTHING. It was the NYC dream — being a writer in the city with a closet full of fabulous clothes and shoes. That’s when I started to think — why is Sex and the City so damn addicting?
Let’s take a look at facts that are before us:
- She is in her mid-thirties and has ZERO idea of what a kitchen is used for besides storing more clothes.
- She writes her column once a week on Sunday when she is able to unleash the secrets of her friends and her own screwed up relationships.
- Magically she gets paid enough to maintain her rent controlled apartment, energy bill, eating out (she never cooks except that nasty cheese fondue nonsense she made for Big).
- She maxes out credit cards and makes going into financial debt look appealing and even trendy.
- She knows and owns fashion even though some outfits were absolutely scary. I mean check these outfits out:
But then she would nail it and you would fall right back in love:
And that is the life of Ms. Carrie Bradshaw — and do you want to know something fucked up? I sometimes want that life so DAMN bad.
Think about it for a second, a window overlooking the city streets and the ability to write about sex and relationships for a living. When I curl up on the sofa and drink my coffee — I sometimes miss the taste of a sweet cigarette and talking shit with the girls. I listen to the quietness of my apartment while my fiance works and my baby sleeps soundly in his crib. I think about the craziness that used to be my life pre-cancer.
Oh, what a time that was for me. I was 23 years old and life was chaos. I loved my Hennessy (real classy right?). I devoured my Newport 100’s and didn’t give a fuck about impressing bosses and the notion of responsibilities. The weekend rolled around and it was mine for the taking. Clubs, lounges, dates, girls-night, and on Monday the work day owned me for only an 8 hour span and I went back to my life.
‘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.’ Carrie
The issue with being in your 30’s is that you’re expected to not fuck up at this age. You’re expected to have shit together and work IS YOUR life. Work is your outing for the week and the weekends are used to recuperate from the dread and misery that is your job. Then you get paid and every penny goes towards bills while a portion is put in a savings because now you’re thinking about 401k’s, social security and the future.
So maybe that’s why Sex and the City is so damn addicting still even as the styles and trends change. The main idea is still the same, we are all looking for some sense of real freedom and most importantly — some kick ass shoes.
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