Thank you, SATC.

Sex & The City first aired when I was the tender age of 11. I remember watching it on mute in my bedroom so my parents wouldn't hear it downstairs and subsequently remove the television from my viewing area. I figured hey, I have my period, I can watch this shit!

Of course watching now versus then is dramatically different. I fully understand the complexity the characters, the plot, the relationships, etc. instead of just thinking, "What the hell are they talking about? What the hell are they wearing?"

Classic "What are they wearing?" scene. Photo Cred.

I fully believe that Sex & The City was the older sister I never had.

I see a part of myself in each of these women ...okay, not so much in Charlotte. I believe I have Miranda's cynical POV, Samantha's blunt delivery, a tiny piece of Charlotte's hopeless romantic side, and Carrie's ability to step outside of a situation and really think (and write) about it.

I made all of that up, but I hope that's how I am.

Does everyone want a Mr. Big? Someone that's going to fly to Paris and threaten to beat the shit out of any Russian that slaps us across the face (metaphorically speaking, of course). My soft spot, though, was always for Aiden. Even when he was artsy, fartsy Aiden who had long hair and maybe a few extra pounds, there was something that attracted me to that type of guy rather than the suit and tie type, like Big.

Am I the only one?

This scene broke my heart. Photo Cred.

By the second or third season my jig was up and my mom knew I was watching the show. She didn't say much about it, maybe she figured I was learning stuff that she would never feel comfortable talking to me about. Let's be honest, did any one's mother explain to them what a rim job is?
Samantha Jones taught me.

My favorite, though, is when it started airing on basic cable and my grandmother would complain about how crass the show was, yet she knew all of the characters and what was going on in each episode. Busted! She was totally watching it on TBS.

Season four, episode 13 "The Good Fight" is hands down my favorite episode of all time. At one point I could recite Carrie and Aiden's argument verbatim. Of course Berger's, "I'm sorry. I can't. Don't hate me"  post-it note episode is a close second. Can I get an amen for how Carrie smacked the vase of carnations off of the coffee table? Amen.

The show shaped how I am in relationships and how I deal with friendships. I didn't grow up thinking Prince Charming was going to come by and sweep me off of my feet and I knew that I was going to argue with my friends, but it was up to us to work things out and be stronger because of it.
And while there are so many quotes from the show (and the first movie, let's pretend the second one was never made) that I love, some that I'll include in my Quote, Unquote posts, this one means something to me. I was at a friend's wedding over the summer and the Maid of Honor used it in her speech. I nudged Sam (obviously, I was her date - I swear we aren't lesbians) and thought,
"That's exactly how I feel..."

"Maybe our girlfriends are our soul mates and guys are just people to have fun with."

So I'd like to thank Sex & The Ctiy for helping me when I'm upset, angry, hurt, excited, humiliated, or worried, but most of all for reminding me that I'm not the only one that feels the way I do.