I have to admit, I kinda dug it.
Yeah, it had some plot holes, and the men were once again flogged, drawn and quartered for crimes that they didn’t commit alone, but I laughed, had a good time, and found it strangely therapeutic to write about it.
Now I see why I like Carrie so much. Writing rocks.
I don’t think I will complain about this show as I once did. Yeah, it’s silly. Yeah, it has led to a nation of women comparing themselves to one or more of the characters instead of looking at themselves as individual (and real) human beings, which is what they really are. The losing battle against soulless consumerism and superficial living continues to be lost. And I’ll always snicker at the way men are portrayed.
But, yet, at the same time, this is how women really see us. This is what they really think of us. This is what you gals really think of us. And in a way, it’s how your see yourselves. And at this point, fellas, you can’t beat city hall on this one.
If you can learn anything from Carrie and her crew, learn this: Just know what you want in life. Figure out what it is, know it, and go for it. Me, I’m still waiting for my Charlotte/Carrie hybrid. I know what I want. Go find what you want. And don’t settle for anything less.
