Hey there, honey! You ever watch that show, “Sex and the City”? My granddaughter, she loves it. Me? I seen a few, you know. It’s somethin’. All them fancy clothes and shoes… Makes a girl think, which one of them gals am I most like? You ever wonder that? which sex in the city character are you? That’s what we gonna talk about today.
Well, you got that Carrie one, the one who writes. Always with the writin’. And them shoes! Lord have mercy, the shoes. She’s a bit of a dreamer, that one. Always lookin’ for love, you know? And she sure has her share of troubles with that big shot guy. Mr. Big, that’s him. He’s always comin’ and goin’. She’s all hung up on him, that Carrie. You like shoes and writin’? Maybe you a Carrie, I don’t know.
Then you got that Miranda. She’s a lawyer, you know? A real smarty pants. She don’t take no guff from nobody. She’s tough, that one. She ain’t afraid to speak her mind, that’s for sure. Got that little boy, Brady. Sweet little thing. Miranda, she’s a good mama, I reckon. Works hard, provides for her family. She had that Steve. He was alright, I guess. You a tough cookie? You work hard? You a mama? Maybe you a Miranda.
And that Charlotte, she’s a sweet one. Always wantin’ to get married, have a family, you know? A real homebody, that one. She’s got them fancy pictures on the wall. Art, they call it. She likes things just so. Proper, you know? She finally got her wish, though. Got that Harry. He loves her. You like things just so? You dream of a big weddin’ and babies? Maybe you a Charlotte.
Then there’s that Samantha. Oh boy, that Samantha. She’s a wild one, ain’t she? Always with the men. She don’t care what nobody thinks, that one. She does what she wants, when she wants. She’s got that fancy job, too. Somethin’ to do with… I don’t know what it is. Somethin’ fancy. She ain’t lookin’ for no husband, that’s for sure. You a wild child? You like the men? You don’t need no man to tell you what to do? Maybe you a Samantha.
So, which sex in the city character are you? It’s a tough one, ain’t it? They’re all so different. But they’re all friends, you know? They stick together, through thick and thin. That’s what matters, I reckon. Havin’ good friends.
I guess I see a little bit of myself in all of ’em. I mean, I like pretty things like Charlotte, and I got a mouth on me like Miranda. And lord knows I had my share of heartaches like Carrie. And well, Samantha, I used to be a bit of a firecracker myself back in the day.
Here’s a little list to help you figure it out, maybe:
- You like to write and love shoes? Maybe a Carrie.
- You a tough, hard-workin’ mama? Maybe a Miranda.
- You dream of a big weddin’ and babies? Maybe a Charlotte.
- You a wild child who don’t need no man? Maybe a Samantha.
It ain’t easy, figurin’ out who you are, is it? Takes a whole lifetime, I reckon. And even then, you still got surprises. Life’s like that. Full of surprises. Just gotta roll with the punches, you know?
Now, I ain’t sayin’ you gotta be exactly like one of them gals. We’re all different, ain’t we? Got our own quirks and whatnot. But it’s fun to think about, ain’t it? which sex in the city character are you? It’s a good question.
I remember one time, my granddaughter, she asked me, “Grandma, which one are you?” And I told her, “Honey, I’m a little bit of all of ’em.” And she just laughed. Kids, they get it. They know you can’t put people in a box.
So you think about it, honey. Which one are you? Or maybe you’re a little bit of all of ’em, like me. And that’s just fine. You be you, that’s the important thing. Don’t let nobody tell you different.
Anyways, that’s all I got to say about that. Hope you enjoyed my little ramblin’s. Maybe it got you thinkin’ a little. That’s all that matters. Just thinkin’ and learnin’ and growin’. That’s what life’s all about.
