I can’t believe it’s been 20 years since “Sex and the City” first aired. It was 1998. I was living in Portland, Oregon, a recent college graduate with absolutely no plan on what I wanted to do. I thought I wanted to be a high school English teacher, but people would tell me that I was crazy to think that I would be able to handle teenagers. So I listened to these people and decided that I would use my English literature degree for something else. Like publishing I guess, which is the industry I’ve been in for over 12 years now. I don’t regret not pursuing being a teacher, but I do wish I had more of a plan for which career path I wanted. In fact, I’m still figuring that out.
With my English degree, I would tell people that I was a writer because that just seemed to be the second choice after teacher as non-English majors think there’s only two career paths. Of course, their first question was: what do you write? I didn’t have an answer because I thought that something would just miraculously come to me. Sort of like Mary Shelley when she had a dream that inspired the character, Frankenstein. While I was waiting for that inspirational moment, I worked jobs I had no desire to make an actual career out of, but I needed the money and experience to build my resume and my life. Needless to say, writing took a huge backseat to all this adulting.
Then a half hour long show called “Sex and the City” debuted on HBO. I don’t remember how or from whom I heard about the show, but the moment I saw Carrie Bradshaw appeared amongst the big New York City skyscrapers with her pink tutu dress, I was instantly hooked. First of all, her name: Carrie. Not Kari, Kerri, Cari, but my spelling. Second, her last name started with the letter B. My last name also starts with a B! Third, she was a single girl living in a big city and so was I (except Portland is significantly smaller than NYC). And just like Carrie, I embarked on the singles scene with my girlfriends looking for Mr. Big in all kinds of setting (long before the convenience of dating apps). Last but not least, Carrie Bradshaw had my dream job as a writer and my dream closet. So it became totally obvious that I was that Carrie and my girlfriends were Miranda, Charlotte and Samantha (in both an individual and collective sense). For six seasons, those ladies became more than just characters in a show. Yes, they worked fabulous jobs, lived in fabulous apartments, and had fabulous shoes. But they also had the non-fabulous that many could relate to: awkward dates, failed relationships, tests of friendships, and bad fashion choices. Above it all they were each other’s soulmates and although it’s been 14 years since the show ended, their friendship and their stories are still being talked about today.
So why did I decide to start this blog? I recently started re-watching the episodes on Amazon Prime and it got me thinking about my experiences and how much more I had in common with these ladies. One painful commonality is that I’m now the same age as Samantha when the show first aired and like her I don’t want to admit it. Anyways, since blogs and TV show recaps were not really a thing back in 1998, I thought that it would be fun to do my own recap of all six seasons and their episodes. My plan is to watch an episode on a Sunday (same day the show originally aired) and post the recap the next day. I hope you enjoy these recaps and please tell the Mirandas, Charlottes, and the Samanthas in your lives about this recap blog as that will encourage the Carrie Bradshaw in me to keep writing – sex and all.