There’s something about iced black coffee on a warm day. If the strong taste of energy is not hitting your taste buds, my secondary option is a mango smoothie. It’s like choosing between a ‘quickie’ boost or a slow make-out. Both good, but at different times. London on the South Bank is a hub of memory and young-twenty scents. It’s where me and my closest friends use to grab lunch at Gourmet Pizza. My little sisters loved the carousel as babies, and my older sister and I, once walked all down the river bank, until we ended up at the market stalls of London Bridge. Has it occurred to you yet, that Carrie and Mr. Big, first hit our screens twenty years ago?
If we were having coffee, our conversation would be deep. You would see my dreams, as if I am showing you my heart when I sleep.
We would discuss our favourite Sex and the City episodes, talk best makeup from the 90’s, and style we would love to wear. Then we would discuss love, and I would tell you that I still care.
My heart is a little fragile and my ego is covering rocks of shelter, peel it all back, and I’m a girl wishing for the world.
Sex and the City is the show that gave single women a voice. A voice that said, we are not all living bored lives, at home, desperate for a man. Though the characters surly found dates and got tangled up in their love interests, we also watched four, different women, share one of the biggest romances of all – friendship.
Mr Big reminds me of a man I once fell for – though sadly without a chauffeur driven car. The kind of guy with a lot of power and charm, equally pulled by commitment issues and a bad divorce. When we were together – music played and sirens pumped at my heart. But when he was gone, heartache rats festered on my organs.
I had excuses every time, to reach back out. And ashamedly, I’m conjuring up new ones now. He was like iced black coffee – an instant rush, high excitement, followed by hunger pangs and a thirst for more. A mango smoothie however, that’s what I should want. Slow-releasing, feel-good liveliness, that adds a refreshing dose of health.
When Carrie and Mr. Big married, people felt the innovative, powerful reality of SATC, was spoilt by ending as a cliché rom-com. Where was the realism? Shouldn’t Aiden have been the one? I sit decidedly on the fence to say no. Carrie gave hope to females world-wide, not that their commitment phoebe will eventually settle, but that a man can fall and marry your less than perfect self. A Hollywood ending is nice to see for thirty going on forty, as oppose to a twenty-something Natasha.
If we were having coffee…I would tell you why we like Carrie, but why we’re not her
I always thought Carrie was the victim who couldn’t keep herself away from a man playing games. Articles I’ve encountered, have suggested she’s selfish, needy, and ignorant of major signs. Mr. Big (or as we now know John), never came across as someone ready to settle down. Was she playing with fire, hoping that it may one day may turn to water?
Do women have a problem of trying to turn a guy to fit their own narrative? As Carrie use to say, I can’t help but wonder; was I Carrie the victim, or Carrie the fool? Expecting a man to change and fit in a neatly, loving box that I imagined.
Luckily, our drinks are naturally cold. The wind is slowly edging a breeze. Surrounding us, is a humidity acting as a burning heater, and so I almost hope for a drop of rain. I’m the only person with a large umbrella.
Carrie might have seemed fun-loving, fashion-conscious, and just like us bloggers; her thoughts brewing on paper. Though she slept with a married man and met his wife for lunch, expected Charlotte to offer money to help her save her apartment, and made a snide remark on Samantha’s confidence during the opening episode.
If we were having coffee, we would discuss the ultimate fairy tale
Is it okay to get back with a guy who has broken your heart on repeated occasion? How many excuses is it okay to make? And if they have changed, does that wipe the board of past history? They say it takes two to tango; two to make a relationship work. Is the ‘innocent’ party not at fault? If they weren’t perfect, was I any better?
Surly the ultimate fairy tale, is not the perfect man and women living blissfully ever after. What about the crazy spins and emotional rides? What if the ultimate prize, is having what you’ve waited a long time for? Isn’t their beauty and happiness, in the saddest of tales?
If we were having coffee, we would wonder about Carrie and Mr. Big today
Life has moved forward and new T.V romances have bloomed, though I suspect there will always be a woman falling as wildly as Carrie, and a man as complicated as Mr. Big. Being so dreamy, and yet so full of nightmare.
Carrie and Mr. Big, represent a fairy tale of their own. With or without the happy ending and marriage proposal, they are the kind of couple that stays in our hearts, in each decade. A kind that makes us fantasise and compare. They weren’t the sweetness of Ross and Rachel, but they hooked us from the moment their eyes locked.
What’s your take of Carrie and Mr. Big’s relationship? Can you relate, or do you believe they should have never ended up together? Do you prefer the idea of her being with Aiden? Was Carrie selfish?