When we are about 18 years old, we are expected to know what we want to do, be, achieve. We go to college, find a major, hold on tight, and hope for the best. As we get further along, we decide what features make the “perfect” job, the “perfect” spouse, the “perfect” life. I’ve learned this about myself: I’m almost always totally, horribly wrong. As I try out different situations, I realize which things are actually important.
I’ve learned that at work, it’s not so much what you’re doing and wearing, or even what industry it’s in. As long as you have some grasp of what’s going on and what your tasks are, it’s the people around you who make all the difference. The rest doesn’t really matter. If I’m not happy coming into work every day, any continuing contentment with life is gone. There’s nothing worse than to dread getting up. Unfortunately, you can never really learn about the people until you have already accepted the job and committed to it. But I digress…
At the end of the day, I just hope that I can be smart enough not to totally cross options off of my list because I’m scared or thinking that they won’t work. It’s unsettling to think that even I don’t know what will make me happy, but hopefully if I continue to be open to life’s curve balls I’ll get out with a smile on my face.
At the risk of, apparently, sounding like a dense and materialistic woman, I am so excited for the Sex and the City movie. I add this disclaimer because of Jezebel.com. Because I love Gawker, I started frequenting Jezebel over a year ago. Overall, I like the site and what it has to offer. Most of it I take with a grain of salt anyway, but the frequent posts about how stupid SATC is and how out-of-touch anyone who wants to see it is are a little much. However, it always seems that the commenters say things like “Omg, this movie is going to be terrible and I hate everything about the show and all of the characters and what they stand for, but, as embarrassing as this is, I’m going to be first in line to see the movie.”
Why must we be embarrassed that we like this show? The show did, and still does, strike a cord. Not just to women, not just to New Yorkers, and not just during the time it was on HBO. It is making money in syndication and by selling DVDs and is the basis of a tour around NYC — they obviously did something right, so why is so bad to have found something in common with it?
The naysayers love to talk about how ridiculous the plots were, how ridiculous Carrie’s bank accounts were, and how out-dated it is now. Who cares? If I wanted to watch something deep and realistic, I doubt that I’d be watching HBO in the first place. Nonetheless, :: sigh :: this rant boils down to this: I love SATC, I can’t wait for the movie, and I don’t think that I’m stupid, materialistic, or out-of-touch for my excitement.
I’ve decided that I can never be a “real” New Yorker until I stop being amazed by the city and the fact that I’m here every day.
But maybe it’s better to just enjoy its beauty and stick out like a sore thumb than to hope to become jaded…
I am bad at blogging, really bad. The sad part is that I used to be so good. Freshman year of college, all of my friends had Xangas and we all updated regularly. It was, and still is, a great way to keep up with all that was going on and I still like to look at it. Eventually, though, friendships ended and the group disbanded. As things changed, everyone dropped off on their posting.
I’m gonna work on getting back in the groove, I really am. In between the busyness and the tiredness, I’m going to try my hardest to make this a success!
