Okay, bear with me, because I’m back on the Sex and the City movie again. See, without boring you with all the trivial details (because this blog isn’t about me, it’s about important people like Dr. Marlena Evans Black and Lulu Spencer) I’m a Carrie. With a lot of Charlotte in there too. Let’s see: I’m little, have naturally wavy hair, like to dress up and wear big shoes, and I fall for unavailable men who treat me poorly. (I also have low self esteem and lack any self confidence not involving a laptop computer.) Anyway, you know after Big and Carrie broke up and they tried to be friends? So hard to do, right? Well remember before then, when Big shows up in the Hamptons with Natasha and Carrie’s wearing a bandeau top and a cowboy hat? Well, imagine if later that week, Big asked Carrie her thoughts on a specific pair of Jimmy Choo shoes. That could be harmless, right, because Carrie loves shoes and is sure to have an opinon? Well, then he follows that up by saying that he wants to buy them for Natasha. Yeah, that’s where I’m at right now.
So what does this have to do with the movie? I’ll tell you: How could Carrie’s friends let her marry Big? I know, I know she’s an adult and can make her own choices, but he strung her along for 10 years! I’m the biggest Big and Carrie fan (and you wonder why my love life is so screwed up) but even now I’m not completely satisfied with their resolution. I mean, I can’t even talk to my friends for fear of them all scolding me and Carrie is all “be my bridesmaids, holla!” Why do I feel like my life would be better if it were written by Michael Patrick King?
“YOU’RE NOT A FUCKIN’ CARRIE! NOBODY’S A CARRIE!!!!” -Mario Cantone on the SATC finale special.
Actually, I kind of agree with your Carrie /Charlotte formula.
I wouldn’t let you marry Big. Or wear a bird.