When Did You First Fall in Love with Sex and the City?

06 Jun When Did You First Fall in Love with Sex and the City?

When Sex and the City originally aired on HBO today, 15 years ago, I was 10. When it went off the air in 2004, I still hadn’t seen it. I wasn’t allowed. I could barely watch HBO, much less anything with ‘sex’ in the name. My mama wasn’t having that. She used to make my brother and I change the radio station when Nelly’s “Hot in Herre” came on because she didn’t like that the chorus was about taking off your clothes.

…I was in high school.

I just dated myself like a mofo, but whatever happened to Nelly? He just hangs out with TI’s kids now?

The first time I really clicked with Sex and the City, I had just decided for like the millionth time that me and my on-off-ex were done. I had enough of his crap, I was put a random episode on that was listed on On Demand (you know who they used to give you like four at time back in the day?). It was the episode An American Girl in Paris (Part Une). There is this one scene–isn’t this how it normally goes–where Carrie finally stopped thinking about Big, she’s actually moving to Paris with her boring workaholic boyfriend, The Russian, and he shows up at her apartment because she hadn’t been answering his calls. Get this, as she’s leaving the apartment for a goodbye dinner with the girls.

<italics>This</italics> is the part the got me:

You do this every time! Every time! What? Do you have some kind of radar? Carrie must be happy–it’s time to swoop in and sh*t all over it?

…What? No, no, I came here to tell you something. I made a mistake. You and I…

(Carrie cuts that man off mid-sentence making me proud) You and I NOTHING! You can’t do this to me again! You can not jerk me around!

…Carrie, listen to me. It’s different this time…

OH, it’s NEVER different! It’s six years of NEVER being different. This is it! I am done! Don’t call me ever again! Forget you know my number! In fact, forget you know my name! And you can drive up the street all you want–because I don’t live here anymore!

I literally stopped whatever I was doing and stared at the screen. Who was this chick? Why was she singing my life with her words? From there an obsession was born. I made it my business to watch every. single. episode of the show, even going so far as to rent DVDs from the video store. Remember those places? One of my best birthday gifts, ever in life, was the complete series on DVD, my senior year of college. You guys know that what came to be my logo on the site is a mash up of my love for the show, interning in New York and that default picture I had for like, three years, I like to think all spawned from that moment I fell in love with the show.

That’s when I first fell in love with Sex and the City. What about you?

p.s. The Vogue that these pictures are from is one of my favorites, too. I brought it with me to New York 🙂