Generation: Carrie
Sex and the City’s back. On big screen. I didn’t go yet since I’m scared I’ll be disappointed or something like that but it got me thinking….it’s been 4 years since the show ended and I’ve come to that point where I know it so well, I know precisely which episodes to watch in order to solve which particular problem….talk about addiction, hey!
But seriously though....Lately my life has become more carrie-esque that ever before...Maybe i'm getting older and have therefore gained more power, self-esteem, money and grace....I lost the bigger part of my teenage inhibitions too. Anyways - i keep losing track of my original thought here - the point is. Life - Frances - Carrie - Dating anthropology....one just needs to connect the dots here.
The dating scene in Paris is as exciting as it is stressful and daunting. You find yourself meeting adorable men who turn out to be selfish pricks before you even had time to take your clothes off. You meet more men and sometimes it works sometimes it doesn't. Then - a situation I am currently in - you meet one particular man who ticks all your boxes and you can't relax and enjoy the music because you've become so used to disappointments that you're just waiting for a fuck-up to come along.
And life goes on....all in "I can't help but wonder", "It suddendly dawned one me", “do we need distance to get close?”, “are men just women with balls?”, "is plus one the loneliest number?" or, “Why is it always something?”
Exactly, WHY is there ALWAYS something....? Do we make ourselves miserable by making mountains out of molehills? Are we granting too much importance to random hook-ups? Why does the quest for the perfect shoes have to become a question of life or death? Are we distraccting ourselves from reality with those frivolous considerations or are we just the sad victims of the ever-present angst of an overactive mind?
I tried to answer some of these questions by reading anthropology essays over the internet and here's what I found.
"Yes: Carrie Bradshaw is alive and well and living in Warsaw. Well, not just Warsaw. Conceived and raised in the United States, Carrie may still see New York as a spiritual home. But today you can find her in cities across Europe, Asia, and North America. Seek out the trendy shoe stores in Shanghai, Berlin, Paris, Singapore, Seoul, and Dublin, and you’ll see crowds of single young females (SYFs) in their twenties and thirties, who spend their hours working their abs and their careers, sipping cocktails, dancing at clubs, and (yawn) talking about relationships. Sex and the City has gone global; the SYF world is now flat. Logical if one combines modern trends—delayed marriage, expanded higher education and labor-force participation, urbanization—adds a global media and some disposable income, and voilà: an international lifestyle is born....Which means whole new realms of leisure and consumption, often enjoyed with a group of close girlfriends: trendy cafés and bars serving sweetish coffee concoctions and cocktails; fancy boutiques, malls, and emporiums hawking cosmetics, handbags, shoes, and $100-plus buttock-hugging jeans; gyms for toning and male-watching; ski resorts and beach hotels; and, everywhere, the frustrating hunt for a boyfriend and, though it’s an ever more vexing subject, a husband."
Well I guess I should get used to the idea that I'll probably spend another ten years tottering about in Gucci spikes with a Cosmo in one hand and a business card in another.
oh, and PS: this note was written during a cranky morning-after with a twist of hangover and painful feet from gorgeous shoes that were just a little too high....indeed
posted by Frances @ 12:28 PM
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