Casablanca

Old Mother Hubbard

After following episodes of Sex and the city again, my life felt a little unfulfilled to say the least. I felt like this after watching the movie a good few months back now. Coming into my house, opening my wardrobe doors, and feeling empty inside. When im feeling low, sometimes my diet and or/ my fashion is all I feel I have, and realising how bare my wardrobe felt, my green eyed monster luring over my shoulder, it made me feel pretty low, but I tend to over-react a little sometimes. But, unlike many critics, I don't think that Carrie Bradshaw & Co. are a bad influence on not only young women, but older also. Some may regard them as sluts with credit cards, some as fashion icons of the 90's and 00's. They may just be a figure of someones imagination when you think deep enough into it, but believe it or not, trying to get in the mindset of Miss Bradshaw, a sudden rush of glamour and sophistication and self importance become apparent, and if im wrong, fair enough, but apart from a natural interest in fashion, a main reason to wear what I do, is to evoke such feelings you would have as Carrie.



Would I rather be a middle-aged party girl, with a knack of making anything look beautiful and the perfect job, stopping for a cosmo at eleven in the morning than a married up, drab, menopausal cow who automatically judges such people as "whores", when in reality, they would would give their right breast just to have a life half as exciting, fun and fabulous.

Never have I seen a program so revolutionary as eating ice-pops with your girlfriends, whilst waiting for your doctor to administer you chemotherapy.

I link me wanting to be happy, with those non-exsistent people being upbeat through some of the toughest experiences a human being can go through. Just a few bars if the title sequence music puts a spring in your step.

But still I ask myself, on top of this, why do I strive for a life like this? Most episodes involve moaning of some sort, so why does their lives seem so perfect?

Carrie's epiphany moment in Paris really did undermine my exsistance. The moment of untold joy bestowed on her face is enough to make even the queen's life feel unfulfilled. This strive for perfection can become unhealthy, but can also be a motivation. If you fail to reach perfection, the feeling of emptiness can become overwhelming. After having your heart set on something, and no matter how many people tell you otherwise, you feel a failure. But, if these goals are reached, undescribable bliss will keep you going for life. Many people don;t have aspirations, due to the fear of failing. But as they say, "Don't let the fear of striking out, keep you from playing the game". Life should be about taking risks, and the risk of failing shouldn't stop someone from following their dreams, and this can be taken into fashion perspectives aswell. The difference between women nowadays and Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte and Miranda, are that these women reach for their dreams and live their life how they want it to be lived. Life should not be full of rules and boundaries, and neither should fashion. Everything should be like an open book, where anyone is possible of anything, and how can a programme who promotes this be a bad influence?

Carrie truly just makes my heart go a flutter









Bravo Patricia Field