I had to look in the mirror and asked myself a serious question. Which came first, my love and compulsive purchasing of shoes or my complete adoration and addiction to the escapades of four women in New York City, also known to diehard fans, as the gals of Sex and the City?
I love the art of shoemaking. A stunning shoe, particularly one that fits perfectly can be as mesmerizing as a beautiful painting. They both can transport you somewhere else, if only for a brief moment. Sex and the City was a trip to the museum every night.
I must confess, shamefully, that I was a late bloomer to the antics of HBO’s mega hit. If not for my daughter who gave me my first SATC DVD years ago, I may have never experienced the escapades of Carrie and her three friends.
I now watch all six seasons over and over. It’s my guilty pleasure. As I watch the promotions of the movie’s release, I tried to analyze why this show captivated so many. Sure, we all know that sex sells but after awhile as in any good relationship there has to be more. High end fashion, a glimpse into the world of fantasy and make-believe stimulated the Diva in all of us. It made it okay to buy an expensive pair of shoes or an outrageous bag but even I, a true shoeaholic crave more substance on a challenging day. The sex, the clothes and the men made it attractive like a shiny bauble in the window but what made it last, are the friendships.
There’s a little bit of these four women in all of us and the true pleasure of SATC is the bond between them. Much like real life, if you’re lucky you have those friends you can count on to listen to you obsess about the one that got away, the one who is still around and the one you desire from afar.
The friends, who will laugh at your silly jokes, tell you that you do look fat in that dress and that you have something between your teeth.
There’s the friend that holds your hand during long hours of labor, the one that stands behind you quietly as you take the next step forward and the one who just listens and lets you be, knowing sooner or later you’ll get it right.
It’s refreshing to see women love and cherish each other and to know, no matter what, they have someone they can count on. Would we love Sex without the shoes, probably?
Would we be faithful fans without the stunning clothes and the perfect “Big” to watch, maybe? Would we care about these women if they were catty, petty, and devious? I think not.
So call up your friends, make it an event and celebrate the wonder of being a woman. Buy a pair of shoes you can’t afford. (Isn’t that why Bush is sending us a stimulus check?) Set aside some time to indulge in all of your guilty pleasures. Rejoice in your fabulousness and by all means, have fun. It’s a great time to be extraordinary.
