There seems to be two camps when it comes to this show....those that totally identify with the ladies and their stories and those that, quite simply, do not. While I didn't watch every season faithfully nor did I really get into each and every story, I did identify with the women and their lives, love of fashion and, of course, their relationships.
In Charlotte, I was annoyed with and comforted by her unwavering quest for Prince Charming and finding true love...not just for herself but for anyone and everyone who crossed her path. While I couldn't relate to her reserved nature I definitely could relate to her need for order.
In Samantha, I was appalled and intrigued by her unapologetic sexuality. I loved her brazen behavior....not just with men but with life. She didn't mince words and wouldn't dare waste one precious moment on trivial crap.
In Carrie, I marveled at her endless patience. She loved and nurtured her friends even when they judged, embarrassed, disappointed, rebuked and dismissed her. Of course, I felt a kinship with her and the shoe issue. That's what we call a "no brainer".
And Miranda, oh Miranda....she got to me the most. It pained me to watch her because I identified with her so much. I was frustrated with her tough exterior and false pride....how she kept everyone at arm's length so as to protect herself. I laughed at her fear of being alone. I championed her decision to have a baby no matter what others thought of her. And, most of all, I identified with her fierce loyalty to her friends which, more often than not, got her in trouble.
I have had a lifelong battle with women in my life. I continue to try and figure out why I constantly seek out a female counterpart that I can relate to and, most importantly, count on but never quite hit the mark. I've met some astounding women in my life (both good and bad) but none of them have been there for me consistently in a way I need or want. Perhaps that's why I always felt so drawn to the women of SATC. I saw little bits and pieces of myself in them and envied their sisterhood.
Word on the street is that the four women of SATC are actually the traits held by every woman. Perhaps that's why most of us relate to them so well? Or, even more interesting to ponder, perhaps that's why so many don't?
What I know for sure is that I see the good in each one of them - warts, bad boyfriends and all.