I know that this is a little off topic but ever sense I was like 10 years old I have religiously watched the TBS version of sex and the city. And Yes my mother knew, I didn't have your typical mother. But this is one of the very few things that my mother allowed me to do that I am actually very thankful for.
To me sex and the city was never about sex or men it was what friendship is supposed to be. It is about 3 women who stick together through very real situations aka heart break, infertility, stds, divorce. While maybe it was not age apropriate it is very realistic in that sense and gave me a good out look on what a friend should be, your chosen family.
In another sense it also lit this other unrealistic Passion in me to own prada bags and jimmy choo shoes and run around the streets of New York in fabulous designer clothes. And maybe it is not realistic to want a million dollar closet but hey a girl can dream, right?
Sex and The City did install one last Passion in my, actually its more like solidify, this lust for New York City. A little back story, when I was younger my mom had Cats on VHS and I watched it over and over and over again. I knew that someday I would go see Cats where it started. I never saw Cats live but I did see the city. My dad dated this woman and she had an apartment right across from central park and when we looked through the window at night we could see the twin towers and I just remember how beautiful I thought it all was.
My dream of new York has been altered sense becoming a mother. It focuses a little more on walks throu
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