Carrie Bradshaw goes to Paris to mark the end of her love affair with New York; and symbolically, it will mark the end of our love affair with the show. I don't usually publicize my adoration of this show, for want of not being pop-culture predictable, especially because I jumped onto the band wagon only this year. And caught up for the last 5 years courtesy of Blockbuster Video. In my defense, however, I never had access to HBO and it was with a trial subscription that my own accelerated love affair took flight.
It has been a tough year for me, in so many ways, and oddly enough, it was catching on to "Sex and the City" that breathed much needed life into, well, mine. Those little lessons that, if a girl hasn't learned it already, needs desperate reminders of. A new pair of shoes makes it easier to walk back out into the world. Always expect the unexpected in so-called relationships. Friends are worth their weight in gold, and last that long. Being a girl is a glorious thing.
Watching Carrie and her friends makes me feel good... and always seems to infuse ideas into me about what I want to do tomorrow, the day after that, in a week, whenever. Well... at least where shopping is concerned.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 10:54 PM
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