Carrie Bradshaw Brainwashing

Graduation is barreling toward me. In a few short weeks I will enter into the workforce sporting business casual and a positive, fresh-faced attitude. It's time for me to grow up, and doing that means I have to decide what kind of woman I want to be: a Carrie, a Samantha, a Miranda, or a Charlotte.

Which will I become? The savvy lovelorn Carrie? The lusty Samantha? The professional Miranda? Or the optimistic Charlotte? Or, I have to wonder, none of them at all? 

"Sex and the City" has poisoned my mind. While watching it recently (I'm sure while I was supposed to be doing something else), I realized that looking at these women traipsing around New York City in stilettos makes me feel like my experience post-graduation will be less than sub par. I'm going to do it wrong.

Exhibit A: high heels. Carrie and crew wear these torture stilts almost exclusively. They trot on the cobblestones with no regard for their own safety or comfort. But they always look super hot. “Why not me?” I think to myself. Well, a few reasons. First, in Carrie's world it's always nice out (unless she needs to make a point about life that is best illustrated by rain). Second, I can't afford cabs, and I'm certainly not organized enough to base my wardrobe choices on how much I have in my checking account.

Exhibit B: the men and how they get them. This show makes it look so easy. It's like, scene one: Miranda talks to a dude. Smash cut to them boning. They met in running group or at a Weight Watchers meeting. It doesn't matter where. This can be semi-encouraging to a single girl in the city, but, then again, it's fantasy.