Dec 08, 2007 23:31
I realize it's rather shocking coming from a person like me. I am emotionally stable, cynical and educated, I think men are human beings and do not have a designer shoe fetish. But for some reason, a reason I can't seem to admit to myself, I have been doing the unthinkable to help myself try and sleep.
I have been watching Sex and the City.
Yes, take your jaws off the ground people and pick up your lattes. I am on the fourth season, and Carrie is trying to get back with Aiden. Fuck, I can't believe I'm saying this, but Big is hot. Really Hot. His nose is hot. I am in very, very big trouble. I was talking to a patron checking out the 6th season at the library and I said that it was a very funny, touching show. she asked me what I found touching about it, and I said that I can somehow relate to the characters. She chuckled, said I was cute and walked off with her 6th season and Redbook magazine. I couldn't get that chuckle out of my head. Why am I relating to sitcom characters? And not only sitcom characters
WHY THAT SHOW? I swore that show off the second I saw the previews. i don't watch sex and the city, or any other chick flick for the same reason I don't read romance novels. it's emotional fiction about emotional relationships. I am willing to admit I have an impressionable mind, but I like to substitute that with "open mind". If someone argues a point of view, I listen. If the argument seems reasonable, I will agree with it. unfortunately, most of these reasonable arguments are coming out of a think tank geared to make me buy expensive crap I don't need, date men I don't like (who are rich) and sell me an image of what a successful woman looks like. I am not Miranda, I don't want to be a lawyer. Who the fuck says you have to be a lawyer to be a successful woman? Librarians are successful.
*justifies*........*turns nose up in the air*.......*sniff*
And another thing, it's over exposure to relationship problems. It's not the sort of relationship problems you deal with with your friends, you can talk back to your friends and tell them they're full of shit (ok maybe you can't) but somehow the small screen is so much more imposing. I remember why I don't watch tv anymore.
The bottom line is, this is me exercising my agency, and my agent is telling me this relationship is over.
I'm going to go read Kafka.
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