Sex and the City was clever, fashionable and easily digestible TV that I immensely enjoyed watching throughout my 20s. This is despite the fact that my life has never come close to resembling the lives of the women in the show (although, for the record, I spent most of my 20s wishing it could).
But whatever, I still felt like I could relate to it, despite my cheap footwear.
Because dating woes are universal, right?
I recently revisited the first season of Sex and the City and discovered that:
1. I was, finally (at age 32), the same age as the women that I had long admired.
2. My long-held admiration was misplaced and asinine
3. These women are idiots.
Emotionally, anyway. No wonder no one wants to date them.
For Instance (most of the relationship drama in the first season centered on Carrie and Mr. Big so those are the examples I’m using):
• Carrie shows up at Mr. Big’s house unannounced and drunk in the middle of the night to yell at him.
• Carrie calls Mr. Big when she’s on a date with another man (in front of the other man!) to rub it in Mr. Big’s face that she’s on another date.
• Carrie finds out that Mr. Big is divorced and, then, behind his back, sets up a meeting with his ex-wife (under the auspices of a publishing pitch) so she can meet and judge her in person.
• On Miranda’s first date with Skipper she spends the entire time chastising him and telling him how much she hates men.
• When she sees Skipper dating someone new, she calls him just to make sure she still has emotional control over him.
Note: Samantha and Charlotte’s behaviors are hard to judge on this spectrum because they represent two opposite extremes (that, probably, don’t really exist in the real world)
Anyway, this is the kind of relationship mind-gaming dramatic nonsense that seems painfully immature to me now, but I don’t remember having those thoughts about it in my 20s. And confession: I am totally guilty of showing up at one gentleman’s apartment drunk and unannounced in the middle of the night, WHEN I WAS IN COLLEGE.
But at 32, ew. No.
So I guess what I’m saying is… girlfriends ::hair flip:: don’t get your dating advice from Sex and The City (get your fashion advice there). Also, if a man ever makes you feel so insecure about yourself that you want to resort to any of the above tactics, you’re in the wrong relationship.
And lastly, cheap footwear is nothing to be ashamed of, but credit card debt is.