~~~~I have been known to obsess over things….become addicted to this and that, that and this.
What a shocker.
For example, I wore out my Robin Thicke CD; my “Immaculate Conception” cassette (yes, cassette) by Ms. Madonna has unraveled, and I can’t keep chocolate in the house without devouring every last rotten good for nothin’ fabulous piece.
Yep. It’s true.
Oh, and my son recently hid Adam Lambert on me because I kept playing “What Do You Want From Me” over and over again dancing around the house like a nut-case.
So not cool for a mom.
But my most naughty, unbelievable, outrageous obsession, my dirty little secret, my love affair…. has been my addiction to Sex and the City.Who wouldn’t want to drink pink cosmos with her girlfriends, dress in Gucci, Blahnik, Tyler, Choo, Fendi, Prada and kiss Jon Bon Jovi, Mikhail Baryshnikov & Mr. Big all day long?
After the last episode, I cried like the baby I am. I mean, who will I live vicariously through now? Who will bring me to New York City to sip the high life, drown inside Italian leather shoes, and sit with Carrie Bradshaw on her silk sheets while she types up her luscious stories about luscious women?
Tell me, Who?
Kim Kardashian? Are You Serious?
What, oh, what will I do without Carrie, Miranda, Samantha, and Charlotte?
Anyhow…That’s how I felt after the last episode.
This is one of my favorite clips of Sarah Jessica Parker (Carrie Bradshaw) walking the cat walk. Notice Heidi Klum walking over her in her stilettos. Funny.
Observe Carrie rising again after her fall.
It’s all metaphorical. It’s all symbolic. Because Sex and the City is (was) so much more than sex, seduction, sweet pink drinks, and superficiality.
This particular episode was about falling and getting back up….about stumbling and finding your way back.This is a classic Carrie …