Please Stop Calling Me Carrie!
No, it’s not a compliment.
Bazillions of years ago, when Sex and The City premiered on HBO, the nation became entranced with a TV show that celebrated good strong friendships between women who loved sex and were sassy dressers. Suddenly women were saying. “I’m Carrie,” “I’m Charlotte,” “You’re really Samantha, aren’t you?”
I wasn’t one of the gals who had to pigeonhole their friends. Oh, yes, I enjoyed the storylines and could relate to how hard it is to find a guy and a pair of cute shoes, but I really watched it for the hairstyles. When you’re born with unruly hair in a straight hair world, and you spot a celeb with hair like yours, you’ll watch anything they do to get styling tips.
As the show became more popular, my friends started calling me Carrie. When it first happened, I looked at them blankly and asked why. They said I was a writer (never mind at the time I was writing about rock, not relationships), I had curly hair (OK, that was true), I had a major shoe obsession (I still do), and to put it kindly by some friends, I dressed funny. And I made up strange nicknames about guys I dated. Some people who are very close to me know exactly why one particular guy was dubbed “Mouse Boy.” See, they’d say, you’re just like Carrie.
Yeah, but no. For one, I wasn’t needlessly cruel to friends. Watch an old episode: When one of Carrie’s closest pals is upset, Carrie just has to say something nasty. It happens every time. She’s not a friend, she’s a frenemy. Oh, and she wants everyone to stop what they’re doing so she can complain. Me? You’re hurting, I listen. I don’t make fun of your despair…well, when you start bitching about it for the 39th time, then I will. I’m loyal, and if you’re hysterical at 3 a.m., you know you can call me up. Just give me chocolate later.
I tried to ignore my friends’ comparisons by saying thank you and changing the subject. I never thought I’d continue to hear it for almost 10 years–yes, 10 years, people! And the more involved I got in covering fashion and beauty, the more people called me Carrie. At one New York Fashion Week event, a p.r. person introduced me to her colleagues as “the real Carrie.”