My reaction? "Yeah, I'm exactly like Carrie Bradshaw from Sex and the City... except without the rich, handsome men, I don't live in the city, and instead of Manolo Blahniks I wear Keds. Other than that, yes. We're exactly the same."
And then I watch the show and listen to her reading from her columns and wish that I could do that to my blog. It wouldn't be nearly as interesting, though.
Hers are all:
“As I walked home, I couldn't help but wonder ... When did being alone become the modern-day equivalent of being a leper?”
“I couldn't help but wonder, No matter how far you travel or how much you run from it, can you ever really escape your past?”
“I wondered: In today's youth-obsessed culture, are the women of my generation growing into mature responsible adults, or are we 34 going on 13?”
“Although, at what point do separate interests become separate bedrooms? I couldn't help but wonder: To be in a couple, do you have to put your single self on a shelf?”
"As I sat in my room writing my novel, I couldn't help but wonder: Are pajamas the new work wear, or is it just me?"
"As I left my part time retail job, I wondered: Is my boyfriend going to watch TV with me tonight?"
"While Sam and Dean shot ghosts with rock salt on the screen I wondered: Does my bestie have more wine?"
"As I waited for my friend to text me back, I wondered: In our society if we can't even wait 10 minutes for a reply, how can we wait 4 months til the next season of The Walking Dead?"
This one in particular. It makes me drool a little.
I need to be rich just so I can wear those shoes. I would sell a kidney to own those shoes. Want my eggs? Take 'em, just leave the shoes! Half my liver? Ok, what do I need it for anyway?!?! Gimme, gimme, gimme, I need, I need!!
And as I thought about selling a kidney to own a pair of Manolo Blahniks, I wondered... Am I more like Carrie than I thought?