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on being a woman.

So – based on my recent research – books, TV, and media seem to portray women in one of four stereotypes. Let’s use Sex and the City characters, just because they’re familiar to most.

There’s the sweet, naïve one who believes in romance. She is conservative, safe, believes in true love, and will one day – after a few bouts of nominal heartbreak – find it. Charlotte.

And then we have the façade of confidence – the woman who sleeps with men and treats them as though they are disposable. She’s jaded, hard, and gives really great blowjobs. Samantha.

Funny how successful women are portrayed as cold and bitchy. Dressed in drab, beige clothes, has enough money to hire a nanny to look after the baby she wants to raise solo, Miranda is strong…but not really. Hard candy shell, but soft and gooey on the inside.

Finally, Carrie. That’s it. She’s the friend who fixes and heals and supports and guides and does it all while looking really awesome and having consecutive great hair days. She is pretty easy to like. Just the right amount of smart and helpful and funny and girly. Is kind of annoying.

So I’ve watched the show, and I’ve watched some chick flicks, and I’ve even had my eyes opened recently listening to friends who just may fall into one of the character categories above.

And if you know me, you’ll know I’m not at all the lady who’s into the stuff…the shopping or the gossiping or the man bashing or the love seeking or….


After careful consideration, I’m the Carrie Bradshaw. Yup. I’m THAT one. Hopefully not as long-faced, but I do have the lazy eye…

I’ve ranted and raged and complained about that girl. The one that is a bit of a dreamer, a bit artistic, who seems to drop into situations where she falls unwittingly in love with really interesting men. Fsssh, so ridiculous.

Now, in my mid-30s and feeling somewhat confident in life, I feel okay being typecast. I sort of like identifying with a character. Makes my own crazy life seem a lot less….crazy. Someone wrote this – it’s a script – so it must have happened before. This is comforting.

I guess I’m just putting it out there. Don’t get me wrong – I’m not going to start reading books about knitting clubs and shopaholics, but I will continue being this woman who is comfortable in her own skin, who won’t let a few crazy life experiences get her down.

“As we drive along this road called life, occasionally a gal will find herself a little lost. And when that happens, I guess she has to let go of the coulda, shoulda, woulda, buckle up and just keep going.”

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