I am a late bloomer when it comes to the Sex and the City phenomenon. I love the show! I think it is brilliantly entertaining. The plot, comedy and drama swallows me whole. I can sit on my white leather couch, hours on end, watching four women BS about their lives and love every minute of it. In turn, I can call my girlfriends and hear the same BS in a non-fictional dramatic manner and be annoyed? In typical Carrie Bradshaw fashion, "I got to thinking", is it the sex, or the city? Why are we as living beings so enthralled with this fictional show about a journalist and her sex-life in the big city? Why are our own lives so draining and tedious? Anywho, enough role playing. All I need is a pack of Marbrolo Lights and my body weight divided by two and I would be Carrie Bradshaw.
I am fascinated by New York. New York has it's own style, pace and reputation of dominating cities around the world. Likewise, Chicago holds it's own as well. Whenever I run into old classmates or catch up with family members I often find myself idolized for living in the city at the age of 23? "That's so great you're living in the city!" "You're so lucky, do you love it?" People are just mesmerized with the idea of a young single gal cutting bread and the rug in the big city. The bottom line is many people are and always will be obsessed with big cities. I guess it is the city in The Sex and City that makes people yearn for more. The sex part probably helps, but I won't get into that (my grandpa knows how to use the computer)!
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
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