A long time ago, after watching the Sex and The City series in its entirety I decided to write my own dating blog. I was so obsessed with the idea of Miss Carrie Bradshaw and her fabulous life. I knew I loved writing, and I wanted to be just like her. I had these delusions of grandeur where I would write about dates and falling in love and people would root for me like I was a superstar. Maybe it would be picked up by a publisher, or just become something fun my friends read. Except, I had one small problem: no one was asking me out on dates. It’s really hard to write a dating blog when no one really wants to date you.
A few months later, I mentioned the blog to a boy I had gone on a first date with. He obviously ran home right away to read what I had written about him. When I mentioned that the date hadn’t gone as well as I would have hoped, I got an earful. I immediately deleted the blog. This time around, when Editor Alex asked me to write about my experiences in relationships and dating I was again so excited. I thought it would, once again, be just like Carrie Bradshaw, except after writing two columns I thought, “Eff that noise. I’m going to be Molly Mahannah.”
I realize the “I hate Carrie Bradshaw” train is loaded with people, they usually point to her wining or her bickering or the fact that she cheated on Aiden with Mr. Big. Yeah, she sucks for those reasons, I guess. But it wasn’t until recently that it hit me how terrible of a person she was. After re-watching multiple episodes, I began thinking about writing a relationship column and what that really means. In true Bradshaw fashion, I couldn’t help but wonder, “How does this woman still have dates?”
My biggest beef with the show is that throughout the entire series, no one is a tiny bit apprehensive to date Carrie because she writes a column called Sex and The City. Not one single person was like, “Oh, I’ve read your column – I don’t want to date you because I’m worried you’ll write about me.” And the people she does consistently write about? Don’t tell me Mr. Big, Samantha, Miranda and Charlotte never read her column. I have guy friends that read mine every week (hey there). Why aren’t these people more angry with her? Like oh, you told the world I cheated on my wife, oh you told the world I blew some guy in a bathroom?
There are ways to write about what you love and what you’re good at without sacrificing the privacy of other people. I learned it the hard way, and I’m angry that Miss Bradshaw never had to learn her lesson. My advice in all of this? Don’t use other people to get your own career further. Yeah, that story is juicy and it makes for a good column – but there’s got to be a way to have your cake and eat it too? Right?
Molly is a senior journalism/English major at a school you haven’t heard of in a state you haven’t heard of. She’s obsessed with Chandler Bing, English bulldogs, and cheese. Follow her on twitter @mollymahannah, or check out her website accordingtomolly.com.