It’s been 10 years since SATC ended on HBO, and some would like to believe its influence is dying out. But face it: Sex and the City is one of the most enduring works of fiction ever created.
I was 14 when I saw my first episode of Sex and the City, and immediately knew it was going to change people’s lives for a long time to come. And as I sit here writing in my rent-controlled apartment on the East 146th Street, I can tell you that I was absolutely 100% correct.
Think about it: how different would your life have been like without the influence of these women? Are you a single girl who is actively trying to find a husband? Do you go out to brunch with your girlfriends? Do you wear high heels? Do you love shopping? Do you think you discovered these things on your own?
You can try to lay some of these cultural norms at the feet of Lena Dunham, but to do so would be to worship a mere shadow of the glory of Sarah Jessica Parker in her prime.
Look at me: I’m a freelance writer living just 60 or so blocks above 73rd and Central Park. I still order Cosmos at all the hip new midtown bars, and I’ll never, ever go to Brooklyn. I think I speak for most women in that I live the big-city life that most people envy. Although it is significantly harder to meet any men in this city than Carrie ever portrayed.
But I’m just a woman who can’t be tamed and needs to run free, until I find my own Mr. Big. Cause you know who will never go out of style? Chris Noth.
I have faith in this future, because the flame of SATC has not gone out, and the glory of the girls endures. So don’t you dare try to tell me otherwise.