The courage to jump
20 June 2008 
Atlanta is a stepping stone. The job market is better there. I could make some cash, get out of the college town and start a big, new life. But then my uncle told me something that clicked:
“What would you attempt to do if you knew you could not fail? I think that is something we all ought to ask ourselves a lot more than we ever do. Life is too short and too unpredictable to let money get in the way of chasing your dreams. If your dreams aren’t in Atlanta, don’t move there because it’s cheap.”
For the past couple months, I’ve felt lost, betrayed, useless. I know I need to do something, and Atlanta sounded like just the ticket. (A free ticket at that.) But is it too easy? too cheap?
Dreams are something we reach for, and they are usually just beyond that reach. I have a feeling that a stepping stone won’t help me get much closer than I already am. If I want to find my dream, I’m going to have to jump. I’m just so scared. Scared of money, of competition, of loneliness. I hope I can find the courage to overcome so that I can feel something I haven’t felt since my graduation day: success.
Carrie got a Hollywood makeover
8 June 2008
Filed under Uncategorized
Tags: dating, happy endings, Hollywood, Sex and the City, single
(Note: This may contain spoilers.)
I know I’m a little late on the Sex and the City movie review, especially considering that I saw it at midnight opening night, but I needed time to think. Since then, a couple of things have bothered me.
1. Ever wonder why no one got jealous when Carrie appointed Samantha as maid-of-honor? Is that not something that women worry about when they have three equally close friends? It does seem convenient that Miranda and Charlotte were already married, no longer maids…but in the show, in life, wouldn’t they have argued over some detail that Samantha had gotten wrong, or commented on how ridiculous it was for her to manage the bachelorette activities from 3,000 miles away?
2. The only publication Carrie was upset about after the mis-wedding was Vogue. It was the only one she grabbed in a frenzy, the only one she even showed a frown about still being single in the eye of the mass media. Is the audience expected to believe that the tabloids didn’t pick up the story? That those reporters who live for scandal passed up the rose-tinted punches in the middle of a New York street, overlooked the sex columnist whose wedding collapsed right before Vogue published her in white dresses? Highly unlikely.
Women like the story of Carrie Bradshaw because they can relate to her. Because she runs around New York cautiously, obsessively, protectively hiding behind a hat when “Single and Fabulous” prints with a question mark at the end. Because she thinks she can turn her fuck buddy into a boyfriend and doesn’t realize the gravity of her mistake until it’s too late. Because she keeps going back to Big. The best part of it all is that the show always gives a happy ending, but it’s not Hollywood style. She survives her mistakes because she has moral support from friends and the will to move on.
I loved the movie. But I wished we got a little bit more of the Carrie we could relate to and not so much Hollywood Carrie.
