Thanks to the lovely ladies of SATC, Manhattan is known around the world for being a single girl's mecca. What that fantastic show failed to illustrate was the reality of living in this amazing city. Sure-- cosmos are fantastic. But at $20 a pop, who the hell can afford them? And Manolo Blahniks? Absolutely lovely. Good luck walking the streets and avenues of this city while wearing a pair. The amount of dog piss one steps in daily would cause any smart woman to re-think her purchase.
Don't get me wrong-- I love Sex and The City as much as anyone else (yes, I own all 6 seasons. Judgement not necessary.) I just genuinely believe that while it is a smart, clever, fantastic show about the importance of friendship between women, it didn't exactly paint a realistic picture of this lovely place we call Manhattan. Sure, Carrie paid $500 a month in rent while living in a spacious studio with an insane closet-- and if I wanted the same, I'd move to the far side of Queens or Brooklyn. But, given my champagne tastes (and beer budget) I remain in a cozy (read: small) studio apartment with my fiance.
I digress. I assure you, oh charming reader, that the sole purpose of this blog is not for me to bitch. Though the thought has crossed my mind on more than one occasion....
The real reason for me to record this journey in life is to share the trials and tribulations of being a 20-something in New York City. And yes-- it is the greatest city on the planet.
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