I love "Sex & The City." I've been watching it since before I even knew what sex was. I would crawl into my mother's bed pretending to snuggle with her and when something inappropriate came on she would make me duck my head under the covers (not that I didn't just peek out from under them).
The genius of the show is how women relate to the characters. For a lot of my life I considered myself a Miranda Hobbes. My agenda is my Bible. I overanalyze everything. I am PASSIONATE about pro-con lists. And quite frankly I could argue with a brick wall. No one has had to push me; I push myself.
It only makes sense that I ended up at a school surrounded by Mirandas, the real MVPs. A world of aspiring female engineers, doctors and CEOs. A world where business-casual is CASUAL. A world where everyone has an agenda and their's are COLOR-CODED. A world where everyone has a plan, and if you don't, you fake it.
As a Miranda Hobbes, I want to be successful. As a Carrie Bradshaw, I want to be happy. In a world where success is too-often defined as a six-figure salary and a 401k plan, is it possible to have both?
Where I think Carrie got it right:
I do not know what I want to do, but I'm learning to be okay with that. My entire life I had thought of success as how other people saw me. Success is how you see yourself. Maybe I don't want to go to law school, maybe I do. Maybe I want to work for Vogue, maybe I... okay I definitely would want to do that.
There is nothing wrong with being a Miranda. Mirandas are fierce. But you can have your pro-con lists, and make them too. You can be a Carrie too. Or a Charlotte. Or a Samantha. Whoever you are, make sure you're doing what you want to do, and kick-ass at it. "Sorry Harvard, I'm afraid you're going to have to make this decision based on your emotions."
