The irrelevance of Carrie.
written by Julie R. Neidlinger 2 comments link this postGirl Friday has had a post up ("Little Revelations") for a few days, now, that I've gone and read repeatedly.
It's one of her best, in my opinion. She talks about her experiences working in D.C.
I craved the make-believe friendships that included nights on the town, unconditional devotion (the kind that thinks friendship means tolerance, never guidance), swooning lovers breaking their heart over me, a high-powered career, and generally lots of attention.
She goes on to describe the difference between what she imagined and what was realized. And, at the end, writes it all to a conclusion beautifully:
I thank God for my weirdness and my nesting instincts and my love of true friends and my propensity for staying at home. They weren't happy (or unhappy) accidents. I wanted the Sex in the City life, but God would never let me have it. I'm better. Or I'm getting better. All those angry, naked wounds are healing.
And that means Carrie is boring. And irrelevant. What a relief.
I had a friend in college who was obsessed with that show. She made some extremely bad decisions in what I think was a delusion that the image portrayed by that program could be a reality for her.
It wasn't. At all. In fact, the few times I heard details about things, I found it creepy and gross.
It's true: Carrie is boring. And irrelevant. On all levels.
Labels: friends, links, relationships, television
Copyright (c) Julie R. Neidlinger 1/19/2008 11:49:00 PM
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2 Comments:
I tried to watch that show once. For about two minutes. That was enough.
By 
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20/1/08 14:32
I was an officer in the Navy for twenty years, and when young I spent a LOT of time developing those fake friendships and striving for the attention and the accolades. Some of my time was spent in and around the DC area, and it was precisely as she described: Tempting, alluring and gratifying to the flesh, but in the end dust and ashes. Nothing but dust and ashes.
I tell people that I talk with now that the years I am now living are the best of my life. And I am nearly fifty four, so these years aren't golden because I'm getting any smarter or better looking. Or even that I enjoy the health and vitality I once did. It is the knowing. The knowing that what I used to do was a horrible and irretrievable waste of precious time, and that now I can just enjoy God, and my wife, and honest work that I love. I wish sometimes I had realized this sooner, but then again the trials of the journey make its' end sweeter.
Paul wrote to the Corinthian believers and said: When that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away. When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child. But when I became a man, I put away childish things. (1 Cor 13:10-11)
I thank God for what I now have. And when I think about it, I thank Him for what I had to let go of. Dave
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20/1/08 19:47
