Thoughts on Carrie Bradshaw

So late yesterday afternoon, I arrived home from visiting le boyfriend in Santa Cruz. I was tired, I was bored and I was fighting both a migraine and allergies from Hell. Needless to say, I was not in the mood to tackle my to-do list (see previous post). Instead, noticing a copy of Sex and the City: The Movie, laying on our coffee table, I decided to pop it in. And began watching. And noticed this:

Carrie Bradshaw makes life look so easy.

Sure, she has Mr. Big issues, but really? Life doesn't suck too much if you are Carrie Bradshaw.

First of all, she is a super successful writer who writes not so brilliant books/columns, but us as viewers are suppose to find them to be brilliant/revolutionary. Most of the time she has the most random analogies. Are men really like a pair of designer shoes? Also, she can afford Manolo Blahniks on her freelance writer's salary. Uh, huh. If this were reality, I would be going to grad school for journalism in the Fall.

Secondly, she wears pearl necklaces to bed. And her bra. And I'm pretty sure she wears makeup too. I cannot pull this off. I like to comfortable when I sleep. Also, I don't own a pearl necklace.

Thirdly, she has a group of four, rich and fabulous girl friends who can fly her to Abu Dhabi at a moments notice. To live in a world of that much fabulousity? Does it even exist outside of movies and "reality" TV?

Maybe, life is easy for her because she is fifty? She's got it figured out. She's fifty and she still acts like a twenty something. Which is confusing for those who are actually twenty something.

I'm confused. But I still love Sex and the City.

And "reality TV." I can't bash either without feeling like a hypocrite.

AND I want these!