Most young females dream of being Carrie Bradshaw, especially aspiring writers. She lives in New York, in an amazing apartment. She has a sense of style and a closet that is to die for. She’s always got something interesting going on in her life, her relationships, or at the very least, her friends lives. On top of all of that she had her own column, published books, and went on to write for Vogue. I, like all the other young, female writers, have this dream.
I have this dream because of the list of qualities mentioned above. However, my list of reasons extends beyond that.
Carrie Bradshaw has a determination that I envy. If you’ve not only watched about her life, but read about her younger years (The Carrie Diaries), then you understand this. When she was younger, she lived in small town Connecticut. Even though, she was small town and her father didn’t quite approve her being a writer, Carrie found her way to New York through a summer writing program. After hard work, she got accepted into the program, but after much harder work, she convinced her dad to let her go. She was alone in the city, but she made it. She started writing and never stopped. She ended up writing for Vogue and a publishing a book, though she came from humble beginnings.
Carrie writes about things that are real and relevant to everyday women. She uses her life and those of her friends for ideas and reference, by writing about things all women want and need to hear. She talks about what isn’t always easy, but that allows her to connect with many people. She writes about friendships and relationships, which is something that everyone has or wants to have. I aspire to help people with my writing in the same way that she does.
Carrie has a phenomenal group of friends. I yearn to have friends like hers. Don’t get me wrong, I have awesome friends. But Carrie and Charlotte and Samantha and Miranda are the kind of friends who have been together for 20 years. They share and experience everything together, never holding anything. These girls who help Carrie run away from her failed wedding with Big, stop in the middle of the street so she can throw the bouquet in his face, and hug her while she cries afterwards. Yet, they still love her and him when they try their wedding for a second time. Through the ups and downs, goods and bads, cries and laughs, they manage to survive 20 years of friendship. I hope not only to have friends like Carrie’s, but to be a friend like the ones she has.
Carrie Bradshaw is not perfect. Nor does she claim to be. That is one of the reasons I identify with her. Though we try to hide it, no woman is perfect. All women have imperfections and insecurities. That is obvious in the show among all the women characters. Still, they accept their flaws (and their friends’ flaws), learn from them all, and move on with their lives. Real women love imperfect women on the big screen because it helps us relate to them and even learn from them. The characters become real to us because we share something with them. We all have our worries about relationships and friendships and ourselves. Seeing strong, female roles who are not perfect help us to accept our imperfections, because they are not pressuring us to be perfect.
I do love Carrie Bradshaw, and I most definitely love her lifestyle. I love Sex and the City. I even love Charlotte, Samantha, and Miranda. But my love for the women and the show go beyond the material, obvious reasons. To me, Carrie Bradshaw is a role model.
