Which Sex and the City Girl Are You

Happy International Women's Day everyone! (Do you say things like that on days like this?) In honor of the day I'd like to talk about 4 of my favorite women. Those women would be Samantha Jones,  Charlotte York, Miranda Hobbes,and Carrie Bradshaw. Yes, Sex and the City is one of my all time favorite shows and part of its appeal is is portrayal of what I'd define as 4 modern women. Carrie and friends are both sexy and strong, and although they have their faults and might pine for men, when you get down to it they are also independent. I find this fact to be some kind of accuracy that people don't like to talk about. Why should I feel bad about wanting a boyfriend? It doesn't make me weak. I just want to cuddle...
Anyway, we are all a Samantha, Charlotte, Miranda or Carrie deep down inside. Which SATC girl are you!?

Samantha Jones
Wild and outgoing, bluntly honest about her thoughts, but in denial about her feelings, Samantha Jones is a true go-getter. With her own PR management company and a no-marriage policy, this female gets off on being a powerful and successful woman, holding her own with the boys, and living her life however she wishes to at the given moment.

Charlotte York
Sweet, put together, and polite, Charlotte is what I like to call "the dreamer" of the group. With her more classic ideals, she dreams of the perfect husband, having perfect children all while living in their perfect apartment. Luckily Charlotte's ideas of "perfect" can be changed as she learns from many of her unsuccessful relationships.

Miranda Hobbes
Miranda is the more logical of the group. Being a stereotypical lawyer, she is very intelligent but also on the cynical side. If Samantha is being too frivolous, Charlotte too imaginative, and Carrie too pensive, Miranda is the one who is going to ask the right questions. Her personality is as fiery as her red hair and she likes to wear the pants in her relationships, so to speak.

Carrie Bradshaw
Carrie leads us through her life with the thoughtful, observant, and witty internal monologue of a writer. She is more tactful than Samantha, a little less idealistic than Charlotte, and not as logical as Miranda. She is mindful of her relationships and about life.





All are equally fabulous and reminders that as women we should celebrate who we are! Even when part of us is the girl who freaks out about a boy they have a crush on, gets moody when they are menstruating, or spends an extra hour or two getting ready in the morning just because when you look better, you feel better.

One Saturday Morning

I don't have kids and don't spend a lot of time with kids, so I'm not sure if the Saturday morning routine of watching cartoons is still alive. I remember being around 8 or 9 years old and making sure I'd wake up before my little brother. The goal was to beat him to the television, and I almost always did. If he got there first, it was Digimon, Dragon Ball Z, and maybe some Speed Racer if I was lucky. But if I got there first it was a lovely morning of Eggo waffles drowned in syrup, hot chocolate in my Tweety Bird mug, and a couple hours with my best friends T.J., Spinelli, Gretchen, Gus, Vince, Mikey, Pepper Ann, and Doug Funny.

It was this weekly meeting that sparked my obsession with "the character". I had so many questions about their lives, only somewhat realizing they were not real people and all I saw on the screen was all that existed. I wanted to know more. Who put King Bob in charge? Why were kindergarteners so vicious? Why did Pepper Ann have 3 identical copies of the same outfit in her closet? What kind of creature was Doug's best friend Skeeter (everyone else seems to be a regular human)? My connections with these people who came from someone's mind and sketchbook were strong.
With the new millenium (and by that I mean the year 2000) came some real-life shows. One Saturday Morning now had Even Steven's and Lizzie McGuire. Here I discovered my first love in the eccentric, dweeby, jew-froed Louis Stevens (Jewish and from Sacramento? Meant to be! And played by Shia Labeouf, who only got better with age.) and the creation of my internal monologue, inspired by the frustrated tween Lizzie (Hillary Duff's only good role if you ask me).
I gained so much curiosity about the world and picked up things from these characters, whom I associated with reality. I took my few hours with One Saturday Morning and made them last all week, until the next Saturday where I could soak up more. Good or bad, I was a true 21st century child. Perhaps this is why I'm such an oddball. My personality is a mish-mash of characters I've met over the last 20 (almost 21 !!!) years.

characters welcome

today i finished my 2nd week at sac city college and i've come to realize something. city colleges are full of characters. i suppose that 4 year universities are also full of characters, but they are quite different. here are a few that i've observed thus far.

1. The Baseball Douche-bag: he thinks he is the royalty of the school. he is not too tall, but very buff and carries around his plastic baby bottle which contains he daily protein shake. they travel in packs (including taking classes together) and usually have two first names like Justin Bobby or Timmy Smith.
2. Girl with Bad Extensions: she may not be smart but she is going to try her best to be pretty. that is why she decided to get extensions. so that her douche-bag bf (often a baseball player) can more easily pull her hair when they have sex. she usually comes with a fake tan and an extensive amount of brightly colored eyeshadow. watch out. you don't want to hear her scream when you step on her Juicy book bag.
3. The Ghetto but Good Person: let's not lie to ourselves. ghetto people tend to either scare or intimidate us (usually both). that is why these ones are such a sigh of relief. they may not speak proper english but "theys is helluh nice and stuff cause they don't play people and shit". they always come to class, they are usually on top of their assignments, they genuinely take an interest in talking to you. these are probably some of my favorite people at city college.
4. The Old Ass Annoying Woman: she has a rolling backpack and weird mosaic colored glasses frames. she always comes to class out of breath and takes up 3x more space than anyone else. this is not because she is fat (although she very well might be). no, this is because she has to put her rolling backpack somewhere easily accessible, drape her coat and scarf somewhere, and have space for her color-coded binder-folder-notebook for whatever class. and finally, she never shuts the fuck up and makes a lot of irrelevant comments that no one wants to hear.


i'm sure i will come across more throughout this semester. all i can say is, no wonder they have a whole tv show about community college.

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