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 »
It was a “miserable hot summer day, which was the 14th miserable hot summer day in a row.” Samantha fanned herself as she trudged up 9th Avenue. A nasally Brit in a bikini top appeared out of nowhere. After a double cheek kiss hello, the Brit (played by former Spice Girl Gerri Halliwell) announced that… Read more »
When my life got out of control earlier this month (that two-week blur of torpedoed apartment, severed internet, and filthy hair), I took to watching Seinfeld for comfort and respite. My husband and I don’t have cable, so we compensate with streaming Netflix. With the internet (and all streaming options) down for a fortnight though, I… 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 »
For the past month, my apartment has been undergoing renovations, which means that all my stuff—everything from unpaid bills to wet towels to those damned Manolo Blahniks I bought for my wedding—are on the floor in one crazy heap. My internet connection, through some phenomenon completely unrelated to the construction, has been out for two… Read more »
There is a cartoon quality to the relationship between New Yorkers and tourists, a Road Runner and Wylie Coyote tug-of-war that causes steam to pour from locals’ ears and visitors to run screeching over cliffs. It is an exaggerated, farcical, co-dependent relationship, and one that was flamed this week by Travel & Leisure magazine’s annual “America’s Favorite… Read more »
Because of my job, people tend to send me a lot of links to Sex and the City-related tidbits, and recently there’s been a flurry of press regarding The Carrie Diaries, the supposed SATC prequel that may run on the CW. I have no attachment to such a prequel; due to my utter disgust with… Read more »
Downtown, Samantha woke up to discover that she did have it all, including the flu. —Sex and the City (Season 3, Episode 10—”All or Nothing”) Last Saturday morning I woke up right as rain, excited to spend the day GSD (the acronym my husband and I use for “getting shit done”). Twenty minutes after I… Read more »
I took a week off from ‘Almost Carrie’ to enjoy the holidays, but don’t think for a second that I stopped contemplating Sex and the City‘s profound effects on society. In fact, Christmas vacation proved a catalyst for a complicated meditation on one of Sex and the City’s most enduring controversies—the ubiquitous presence of SATC stuff…. Read more »
