Dear Carrie Bradshaw,
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I’ve got a rather large bone to pick with you. I’m talking a bone of femur proportions. (The femur is the largest bone in the body - get it? Anatomy humor? No? Kay.) I’ve been watching you on Sex and the City for years. I’m quite surprised I haven’t noticed this until now. So I’m watching reruns on TBS right? You currently just cheated on Aidan in case you were wondering where I’m at. And for the record, I can totally empathize with you and Big. I get it. I have a “Big” in my life, too. But back to you. Your breakups are less than realistic.
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I’m not saying that you and whom ever didn’t care for each other. Trust me I’m not trying to belittle the relationship. But let’s take your break up with Aidan for example. You told him you cheated on him and then what did you do? Went out to breakfast with the ladies, bought some shoes and flew to LA! Not one word mentioned of Aidan. Instead, you were bitching and moaning about Mr. Big. Again, I totally get it. I mean, I don’t really feel him if you know what I’m saying…not really my type.
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Anyway. My beef with you is that you end a relationship, say something thought-provoking in front of your laptop and the next day go shopping and then it’s like you’re over it. Is there some secret to shopping that I don’t know about? I don’t particularly enjoy it because I don’t have a stylist who sizes all my clothes for me and makes sure I look perfectly ridiculous in a tutu. Is it because I’m cheap and don’t shop at designer stores? Does the amount of money spent increase the amount of closure or healing? Does it speed up the process? When you’re not shopping, you’re eating with Samantha, Miranda and Charlotte. It’s great that you have a support group, but where’s the sadness? You’ve ended many relationships during these six seasons and I don’t know if I’ve ever seen you really cry over a relationship.
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Real women cry Carrie! We can’t bury our sorrow in a cosmopolitan at 9:30 in the morning! We all don’t have a gay friend to go shopping with! I feel let down. You make it look like it’s soooooo easy ending relationships. And to make matter worse, people want to read about your failed relationships! I can bitch to my laptop all I want but no one is going to make a column out of it and pay me $4 a word!
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In conclusion, stop lying to women. I don’t want to go shopping for Manolo Blahniks or Fendi bags. I don’t want to waste money going out every morning or night with girlfriends. By the way, I tried the whole girls night out and it didn’t magically fix my bitterness. Where’s YOUR bitterness?! Eff’in cry once in a while. But don’t do that squeaky crap. Seriously, what is up with all of the squeaking?
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Sincerely,
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A real woman who cries over failed relationships.
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P.S. HBO is more than welcome to make a series out of my life. Cosmo? Need a columnist?
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(Like the title? Get it? Big girls. You know…Mr. Big)