Carrie Bradshaw is the reason I want to be a writer – columnist, specifically.
Well if we’re being completely honest, I would straight up love to be Carrie Bradshaw; a closet full of clothes and shoes, a brownstone on the Upper East Side, an amazing job as a columnist and later a freelancer for Vogue… um, yes please! Not to mention the amazing friends she has, and the hunky men she dates – Big AND Aidan?
Side note: I can’t believe I just used the word hunky.
Point is, Carrie and her friends have taught me valuable life lessons.
I fell in love with Sex and the City when I was in University. I never watched it growing up, partially because it came out in 1998 and I was 10, but mostly because my parents would probably have locked me in my room if I watched it (or anything else on HBO for that matter). It’s
sometimes often racy content was still a big deal to me when I was watching it, but I know I benefitted more by watching it later in life.
Here are some lessons I’ve learned from Sex and the City.
Shopping can be considered cardio.
Seriously. Have you tried maneuvering through a busy shopping mall with bags in hand? Weaving through frantic shoppers and slow-walkers – it can get dangerous. You know you’re doing it right when that one bead of sweat trickles down your back. Oh, and let’s not discredit actually trying on clothes; getting undressed to get dressed, only to again get undressed to get dressed?
Say it with me: shopping = 100% cardio.
“This love stuff is a motherfucker.” – Samantha Jones
And ain’t that the truth.
It’s all swell when it’s starting out: nice and romantic, cuddly and cute. Once you get to a certain comfort level, the masks come off and the “true self” is revealed. That’s when things start to go downhill, and in the end, you’re only left with a broken heart. That’s not always the case; don’t think I’m anti-love. I love love, I just haven’t had very many good experiences with love.
Regardless, I still pick myself up, dust myself off and keep trying. It may be a motherfucker, but it’s still totally worth it.
“I love you, but I love me more.” – Samantha Jones
Clearly I’m on a Samantha streak, but if it works…
Ladies: stop putting men first. I know, those of you who know me know that I should really take my own advice, but seriously, stop it. You’re your happiest when you’re looking out for yourself.
Trust me, I really should beat myself over the head with this quote; I put everybody ahead of myself and I don’t know how to stop it. I’m happiest when I make someone else happy.
That, my friends, will eventually be my demise.
The different between a ‘crush’ and a ‘crash’.
Aidan was a crush; Big was a crash. If you don’t watch the show, you probably won’t understand this. But if you do, you know EXACTLY what I mean.
The crash is the one who burns you and hurts you, but still means the world to you and you can’t get away.
The crush is the one who’s ultimately perfect – sweet, wants the world for you, but just doesn’t do it like the crash does.
I feel like I’ve had too many crashes in my life, but the crushes hurt just as much. Of course, in the end of it all, Carrie ended up with the crash. But, that doesn’t mean it happens like that all the time. Sex and the City is scripted; life isn’t – despite how much I wish it was sometimes. We just have to learn how to balance the crush with the crash, and hope that in the end it isn’t too painful either way.
Post-it notes are for notes, and not breakups.
Ladies, I’m sure we all remember Jack Berger and the infamous post-it breakup. If not: season 6, episode 7. Well, technically it’s the end of episode 6, but.. yeah.
For the love of all that’s good in this world, just man up and have the lady-balls to be honest with someone when it’s not working.
And don’t ghost either – ghosting is the worst. Boys, if you’re reading this, listen up: if you’re not interested, just tell us. It’s much easier to get over you and move on to the next one when you’re honest with us, instead of leaving us high and dry in the dark wondering what we did wrong.
But if you’re going to be honest, don’t use a post-it.
That is all.
Carrie and her group of friends taught me a lot of things, but mostly I learned how to understand myself. I see a lot of myself in all of the characters; I’m a hopeless romantic like Charlotte, I’m just as cynical as Miranda, I can be just as crass as Samantha, and Carrie.. well, she’s my spirit animal.
Carrie Bradshaw and her group of friends may be fictional, but the lessons I learned were 100% real.
Are you a Sex and the City fan? What lessons did you take away from watching the series/movies?