Sex and the City is a crock.
Now don't get me wrong... I loved the TV show, raced to the theater to see the movie and even took the Facebook quiz to find out which Sex and the City character I am. (Miranda, in case you were wondering.)
It's not that I don't love the show. I do. It's just that in my opinion, the main premise of the show is not based in reality.
For those of you living under a rock and therefore unfamiliar with Sex and the City, let me give you a quick primer. Carrie Bradshaw (played by Sarah Jessica Parker) writes a newspaper column entitled (aptly enough...) 'Sex and the City.' Most episodes revolve around Carrie struggling to write a column which is loosely based on the lives and dating adventures of her and her three girlfriends, Samantha, Miranda and Charlotte.
That's actually a fairly clever idea for a TV show. It's just completely unrealistic.
Let me provide you with an example: There was a plotline in the middle of the series where Carrie was cheating on her boyfriend Aidan with her ex-boyfriend (who was never referred to by name, but always called "Big".) Carrie was wracked with guilt over her actions and constantly chronicled her concerns that her boyfriend might find out about the affair. Throughout every episode of this story arc, I kept finding myself yelling at Aidan that he should just READ HIS GIRLFRIEND'S DAMN COLUMN.
Therefore, Sex and the City is a crock. There is no way Carrie could continually write a column about her real life, friends and career without fear that her byline would bleed into her real life. Or vice versa. It's a problem I've noticed on a much smaller level as I write my blog. Now, that doesn't mean I would cheat on my boyfriend. Actually, if I was lucky enough to date John Corbett, cheating would not be an issue at all.
I do find, though, that there are funny, interesting, screwy things that happen to me or around me on a regular basis that would probably make great blog entries. But they won't be my blog entries. What may be funny or ironic or just very distant to me could be very unfunny or personal to someone else. I would hate to write a story that really happened only to have it end up being read by the wrong person and unintentionally hurting someone's feelings.
I guess that is the difference between me and Carrie Bradshaw.
Well, that and the shoes.