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Winter ABC Day 6: Thank You Carrie Bradshaw

Who knew that a TV show would be the reason that I intentionally speak my mind?




You can learn nothing from television they say. TV makes you dumb! Oh well, maybe so, however one television show was the match for this wildfire. My older sister pulled her hair out when she found out that my young sister and I were watching Sex and the City. Amongst her collection of video cassettes, she had a box set of the guilty pleasure, Sex and the City. The age guide was no under 21; I was 17 and my younger sibling was way too young.

You are telling yourself that these adolescents were mischievous, maybe. I believe we were curious and adventurous. I was obsessed with pop culture with the hopes of one day being Lala Vasquez on TRL or hosting E! News. From my collection of People magazine I had read so much about the cast of Sex and the City. There were mentions of the cast members of the hit show in particular Sarah Jessica Parker.

SJP as she's affectionately known, played the lead role of the protagonist Carrie Bradshaw. Carrie was a column writer living in New York city. Her column was about life in New York, love and careers through the experiences of herself and her three friends. Many were the escapades of Carrie, Samantha, Miranda and Charlote. Because you are reading this, clearly you are old enough to watch the reruns of STC so I won't go into detail of the plot line.

Why did I start blogging? Carrie Bradshaw. I was twenty something, newly employed, single and trying to raise my child. Realising the reality of how adulting sucks,  I needed to channel my frustrations. I needed a diary that everyone would read. I had just experienced one of my many misfortunes with males on the dating scene and I wanted him to read (if he cared to), about what I thought about him. I remembered how Carrie would write about her trials in her relationship with Mr Big. This brought me comfort that I could do the same and hopefully in the future get paid for it.

I was aiming for that column in a prestigious magazine more so online. Imagine how many people from around the world would be reading 'My Point of View by Lady E'? Imagine the responses from readers and how they would share their own stories inspired by the column? Yes, I imagined it! I blogged it.

So where is Carrie Bradshaw in the script of my life? No column yet in a prestigious publication. The upside, I do get paid to blog, just not for 'My Point of View.' But I thank the stylish, at times dramatic and often love challenged New York writer who shared her life with he readers. Her character inspired a recluse to step out and speak her mind, one font at a time.


Today here is my word to anybody who wants to blog...

Just start!

P.S. Always write your own love story!

Ciao!

Lady E

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