revisiting SATC

Things have been quite "non-interesting" these days that i feel stuck. I don't really know what causes this uneasiness in me, but i was feeling that "funk", that weird inner cringe and i didn't know what to do about it. In need of some "woman talk" and all the positivism only the female sex can provide, I turn to viewing old episodes of SATC.

Sex and the City gave most women felt empowerment with the brazen and frank way Carrie and her girflriends approached the topic of sex, love and relationships. For me, it was the embodiment of what i wanted to feel --- safe and secure in my own sexuality, confident enough to move on without thinking too much about it, or regretting it. I secretly wanted to be a cool mix of Carrie's fashion chic, Samantha's devil-may-care attitude, Charlotte's naive yet romantic soul and Miranda's intellect.

Ahhh, tv. What you cannot have in real life, they put in stereotypes in shows.

Regardless of this, SATC gave me some pretty interesting insight on such subjects, and weird as it may seem, there were things that actually made sense (see previous posts re: SATC).

I wish life can be as easily read like these episodes. More to the point, i wish life will always have a happy ending, like they do (after all, Carrie got Mr. Big, didn't she?)