Is that Carrie Sitting at the Next Table? No it's only Sarah Jessica Parker.
On the cover was something about some 20 something nothing who calls herself 'Date Girl - Australia's answer to Carrie Bradshaw.'
Australia's answer to Carrie Bradshaw? Please, you have got to be kidding. While I love Sex and the City as much as the next relationship-tortured girl, I loathe these constant comparisons and need for people to throw validity on what they do, in regards to their professional written work or careers, by claiming some authority from what is in fact a fictional television character. That's right, last time I checked - or saw for that matter - Carrie Bradshaw wasn't a real person.
It isn't only this Date mag, and I am sure it isn't just limited to Australia. I know The Age and Sydney Morning Herald feature a blog call 'Sam and the City', and tonnes of women profess to 'be' Carrie while saying they can easily identify the other characters offered up on the drama amongst their female friends.
Are we that starved for originality? Or is it more a result of a new culture emerging? In an age where reality television makes up a huge proportion of network programming with anything from Big Brother to Celebrity Dog Grooming, have the lines between fiction and non-fiction become so blurred that we just as easily now validate those who liken themselves to fictional characters such as Carrie Bradshaw rather than those really living amongst us?
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