We have all been waiting for this – finally, Carrie Bradshaw is back. And who wouldn’t?
Carrie is Sex and the City’s messiest and most realistic character – is that why so many people hate her?
I’m getting the mixed emotions munching on my pancakes. I’m happy as a bitch but nervous as a virgin.
Well, I’m not afraid of cancer, but afraid of losing my virginity to the latest cubicle-cleaning beau of my career-obsessed feminist dreams. So is this because I’m a woman? Because I’m older than he is? Or because I’m reading the paper at work instead of on the sofa binge-watching Sex and the City?
Either way, Carrie is back and back to what we all knew she’d be like all along. We have been worried that she would be forced to tone down her trademark style in order to fit in with the regular pantsuits and apple pie come-ons but, thankfully, she continues to fascinate because of the dynamics she delivers.
‘That’s not an apology! I only mean that you’re going to get on my nerves.’ Photograph: HBO
Remember when she insisted that nothing matters to her friends but the dream of their doomed union, whether that dream is a lifetime of cocaine fueled orgies or endlessly trying to ignore how unhappy their public life is.
Remember when she said something really meaningful about the universe and how it gave her purpose, which was so unusual for television, before saying something equally special about her phone bill.
Remember when she had to remind her friends that even though all their interests had more cache than hers, that was because they were probably more concerned with fitting in? But that’s not an apology, she says. I only mean that you’re going to get on my nerves.
Right? That’s exactly how it is. Just as Miranda is submissive, bored, passive and confused, the boring, the uncomfortable and the lost are the weaker sex.
This is probably why the less super-confident, the more non-conformist, the more fearless and relatable Carrie seems to me the most exciting to watch. And it also, we must be grateful for, usually helped make her more relatable to the audience.
In other words, the show missed her for the most shocking reason – she wasn’t relatable.
And, truth be told, maybe it’s still missing her, which is why I got the worried hunger look on my face. I didn’t watch it because it’s simply not as good as when she was at her most pitiable. Sex and the City still isn’t as bad as the awful movie. I know they’re both terrible movies. But sometimes a bad movie can be a good example.
Carrie is going to live her life. And all that means is that she will go through all the embarrassing stages of girlhood and be better and more interesting for it.
Nah. Maybe it’s worse. Maybe she’s working in an office instead of creating all the complex fantasy of her dreams. I think she’s called up to the front desk but we’ll never know.