Happy Sex and the City

I love when on some Saturday mornings I get to see reruns of Sex and the City. I love the illusion that a single girls can live in NY (one of the most expensive cities), live an amazing apartment- rent controlled, eat breakfast with “her girls” every weekend, shop at the most exclusive stores and not worry one bit about bills, parents, brothers,  gaining weight, blah, blah.

breakfast

As much as I want to hate it I have to admit, I love it.  I get to escape for a bit and enjoy fabulous fashion (I still want to wear a fabulous fur coat) and experience love problems that are foreign to me. Well, not all of them, I’ve had my share.

sex and the city

All I can tell myself is, enjoy it, drink up and don’t overanalyze it. Isn’t that what shows are for? For a taste of a fantasy that could be?

drink up

P.S- I do agree that Carrie can be a bit too selfish.

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