Last August, when I told a friend that I was starting a blog detailing the overlaps between my own real life and that of the fictional Carrie Bradshaw, there was an awkward pause. “What?” I said, “The similarities are a perfect framing device for a blog.” After all, I am a writer in my early… Read more »
I am endlessly defending the validity and realism of Sex and the City* in this column, and so this week I thought I’d change things up and try to expose one of its flaws. I didn’t have to think about it for too long. There is one seemingly horrible misrepresentation, one fraudulent, grotesque, Hollywood aspect of the… Read more »
Apparently there are other Almost Carries out there, and they are idiots. This past week the New York Post featured an article co-written by two women named Julia. I feel that I must paste it here in its entirety for you to really get the full gist: Martinis. Manolo Blahniks. Fabulous Park Avenue apartments and, of… Read more »
That’s the thing about New York—everyone‘s always going. -Carrie Bradshaw, Season 4, Episode 3 Living in New York, with its 8 million residents, means having a social circle that’s in a near constant state of growth. And with each new acquaintance, there comes an inevitable invitation to some event that the person holds near and… Read more »
In the final episode of season 4, Mr. Big moves to a vineyard in Northern California, prompting one of the best exchanges in the series: “I’m tired of old New York,” Big says. “Well, if you’re tired you take a nappa, you don’t move to Napa,” Carrie replies. I learned this evening that my good… Read more »
For every tourist who pukes on my bus (Almost Carrie, 1.27.12), there is another who is a true delight. After seven years of tours and 55 people per bus, the faces blur, but I do maintain a small collection of favorites. And despite the obvious frivolity of my job, there are still moments when I… Read more »
