NaBloPoMo: Favorite Character - Carrie Bradshaw

Happy Monday loves! Today's prompt for NaBloPoMo is "Who is your favourite character of all time?". Well, it's none other than the wonderful Carrie Bradshaw from Sex And The City....more

An Open Letter to Carrie Bradshaw

Dear Carrie,I hope it's alright if I call, Carrie. I feel like we're on a first name basis now considering this isn't my first letter to you. I'm sure you get these all the time. I mean all the time I see women talking about WWCBD, what would Carrie Bradshaw do? I'd imagine you'd smoke a cigarette (that's bad for your skin I hope you know) and conference call your girlfriends to come up with a solution, then write about it in your beloved MacBook. ...more

Sex and the City: Then and Now

I love Sex and the City as much as the next woman, if not more.  I have seen every episode about five times and have every infamous one-liner memorized.  I was there for the launch of the series and I was there for the very last episodes (although, I saw each of the last few episodes a week late because I was living in London at the time and had to have each episode snail-mailed to me).  None-the-less, I was/am a very loyal viewer (how come us loyal SATC viewers never got nicknames like Gleeks or Trekkies?)....more

Flirtini from Sex and The City at The Gourmet Mom

http://www.thegourmetmom.com/2011/12/flirtini-from-sex-and-city.html ...more

Who Should Play the Young Carrie Bradshaw in SATC Prequel?

Sex and the City: The Prequel.  That's right you guys....more
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Fairy Tale or F*cking Fromage

I was driving to school a few weeks back listening to what BBC coined their “Royal Wedding Disco” when the DJ pulled out Journey’s classic “Don’t Stop Believing.”I almost ran my little Beetle right off the road....more

Sex and This Girl's City

Vintage Barbie Was a Vamp

My Vintage Barbie was far more Liz Taylor than Sandra Dee.  She could melt a man (made of plastic or not) with her seductive, heavy-lidded gaze.  You could have spotted her posed at the bar of the Ritz, a cool Singapore Sling cocktail in her manicured hand.  She would have never set a perfectly pedicured and stillettoed foot in a pastel pink soda shop or plastic McDonald's.   Her clothes were sophisticated but sultry, far from revealing yet clearly to mature for your average teenager.  She was, in fact, a respectable 22 years old when my mother ceremoniously passed her into my small and eager hands.  A mature college graduate with a Jackie Kennedy bouffant instead of a perky, pony-tailed  and overly-endowed high school honey. ...more