when i first started sex and the city, i was convinced i was a charlotte through and through. as the series went on, i saw bits of myself in all of them. and as much as carrie frustrated me, i related to her the most after charlotte. she’s narcissistic, makes terrible choices, and can be painfully cringey, but aren't we all? she's not supposed to have it all figured out. and watching her fumble through her love life, career, and friendships gives us hope that maybe one day we'll figure it out too.
everyone’s so quick to say they’re a charlotte, miranda, or samantha, but let's be real, there's a little carrie in all of us, whether we like it or not. because no matter how much we try to be poised, smart, or confident, we all have moments of messiness.
i think the beauty of this show is that it’s not about fitting into a single archetype—it’s about navigating different versions of yourself at different times.
