Once upon a long time ago there was a fourteen year old girl who dreamt of running away to Manhattan to pursue a career in fashion, live in a brownstone on the Upper East Side and spend all day drinking Cosmos with her girlfriends.
*Spoiler Alert* – I’m not even close. Obviously this daydream had materialised from watching a show that depicted my exact fantasy storyline… Sex and the City.
I wanted Carrie Bradshaw’s super-extravagant, Manolo Blahnik-wearing, Vogue-writing life. Yes I am fully aware that Carrie is a fictional character but it didn’t stop me from wanting her life and THAT wardrobe. After all it was the nineties and I was an impressionable fourteen year old girl, who, when she reached adulthood wanted to BE this fictional character. She had it all in my eyes…
Re-watching the show in my thirties has made me come to realise how completely unrealistic the show was.
This was not Adulthood. What a load of shite.
With this in mind I couldn’t help but wonder… is SATC to blame for my unrealistic expectations about Adulthood?
And in no particular order here are my ramblings, grievances and general comments:
Even though it may appear that I am slating SATC – I still love love love it and will continue to watch re runs on Now TV till my hearts content.
PS I still feel bad for Aiden and Petrofski is a knob.
Thank you Jamie-Lee, Katie, Kerry, Charley, Susan, Jess and Trab for your contributions. xx