Boy, things got pretty deep. It's sort of shaken up my world. Like, I don't know who I am anymore. If Samantha is capable of monogamy, Miranda of an open heart, Charlotte of multiculturalism, and Carrie of faith, then who am I? Not to mention Mr. Big, who did about 400 years of therapy in a couple of episodes, (none of which we saw), and is now capable of deep and abiding love. The vortex of bitterness that was Sex and the City is no longer there to suck the doubt out of my belief in romantic love, and I'm left with trashy and evil reality shows on which to thrust my outrage. I'm grateful to the show for finally letting their characters grow up, I just think they went through so many levels so fast, I don't know where I am in the process. I'm thinking it might be a couple of seasons ago, when Carrie was dating Aidan and left Mr. Big to his own pathetic alcoholic life. I think this might be withdrawal symtoms.

Just for today, I can let go of Sex and the City.