If I told you I was not a crier, I would be lying through my teeth. I am a super emotional person, and I find that sentimental things play a huge part in why I tear up. You may already know if you’ve read my previous articles that I have spoken about Sex and the City, and how it had impacted my life in both good and bad ways. I am going to bring back this TV show and talk about it once more because I just finished the last episode of season six. I will not ruin it too much, but trust me- it works with what I would like to say.
There was a post circulating around on Facebook the other day, which read; I love to see people succeed in life (or something along those lines). About half way through the last episode I think my tear ducts had their work outs for the day, and this is why;
As you can tell by the title, this is going to be about my current favourite TV show – Sex and the City. You might think I will be talking about the episodes, the characters, and what they all represent, but this article is actually going to be a personal reflection on how my life and perspective has been manipulated and abused by this show. Don’t get me wrong; I absolutely love it, and I enjoy watching Carrie (the main character) and all the others, but it has a lot of emotional themes that may affect you if you’re in a relationship that’s having some troubles.