There comes a time for reflection in any group of lady friends’ friendship when you have to ask yourselves/each other: “Are we Sex & the City?” If you find yourselves taking cabs to the bar and picking your friend up (who is running down the street) along the way, and brunching for four hours because of bottomless mimosas, I’d say the signs point to yes.
Tara: “Are we sex in the city?” you ask?
Tara: “I’m Samantha” haha
Rachel: Hmmmmm. We’re all combos. No one wants to be that vanilla dollbaby though, what’s her name?
Tara: I don’t know her name.
Rachel: THIS IS GOING TO BE A MISLABELED POST. WHICH SEX & THE CITY LADY ARE YOU?
And, because all great things are born via gchat, behold, the Mislabeled Meter for Sex & the City Characteristics:
If you have craycray hair and you like shoes, you are CARRIE.
If you work too much or are a ginger or find that you are a STRONG STRONG woman to the point of being called a B, you are MIRANDA.
If you have lots of casual sex relationships and/or picture yourself as a cougar, you are SAMANTHA.
And no one reading Mislabeled would ever be vanilla dollbaby, because she is vanilla. And even if you want to be a housewife someday (me! me!) you cannot be the lady whose name we don’t know [Ed note: We refuse to use Google. We’re not sorry.], because she is a vanilla dollbaby and yes, I’m repeating myself, Mislabeled readers are just. not. that.
This post brought to you by Rachel and Tara, who prefer Jessica Fletcher to Carrie or Miranda any day.