I'm adding Carrie to my list of fictional characters whom I blame for some behavior/viewpoint/attitude that has had some unfortunate consequence in my love life. It's an illustrious list that includes Miss Elizabeth Bennett, Miss Piggy and Sally Albright, to name a few.
Carrie, no thank you for being a sex columnist. You made a living writing about the intimate details of your love life with no consequences. None of your boyfriends seemed to mind this in the least. No one used the details of your escapades against you, no crazy girlfriends of ex-boyfriends used your column to stalk you. Pffft! Thanks for that slice of unreality!
Is writing about myself cathartic? Yes. Is it without real world consequences? Hell to the NO. I say this to say that I need you, dear reader, to give me something to write about that doesn't involve me. Besides, I suspect I'm not nearly as interesting to you as I am to me. So - got anything for me??
2 comments:
I just assumed all her beaux were illiterate. See that ad with your girlfriend on the side of a bus. Wonder if she's writing about you? Naah.
great point! and writing in a diary like the old days would just not be as fulfilling (plus, i'm way less witty in private). there was that one episode where she didn't get laid in SF, cause Mr. Big became obsessed with all the things she wrote about him in her book.
I have a feeling my future mother in law is less fond of me, because she discovered the blow off. gosh, i wish she wasn't on facebook.
speaking of which--- here's a writing topic--- how do you deal when you can't stand your fiance's family?
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