Sex and the city: the movie. Yes, I watched it.

I watched Sex and the city: the movie last night. And I loved it. I don't see myself as a very girly person; I can't walk in high heeled shoes, I seriously don't give a shit about designer clothes and even find most designer handbags provokingly ugly and an unbelievable waste of money. I do not drink cocktails in fancy bars with my girlfriends while discussing details about my love life; I'd much rather go watch bands in filthy rock clubs.
Yet there is something about Sex and the city that I just love. I usually detest romantic comedies and other traditionally girly films. And if it wasn't for the fact that I'd been watching the TV-show, going to see the movie would probably never have crossed my mind.
But since I did, the thought of getting two more hours with Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte and Miranda was too tempting to resist. Partly because it offers two hours of a lifestyle that I perhaps secretly envy, but also because I get to experience what it's like to be part of their little group of friends. Because more than anything, it is a film about the love between women, of friendships that survive relationship after relationship and that only grow stronger through time. And honestly, I envy that friendship more than I envy their fancy apartments or their designer clothes.

Carrie Bradshaw - glamorous even in pyjamas

I can't stop wondering though: how the hell can Carrie afford that fancy of lifestyle, being a writer in New York? How can she possibly make enough money to buy Louis Vuitton handbags, Manolo Blanik shoes etc, wear exclusively designer clothes, redecorate her Manhattan apartment and still have money left to hire a PA and hang around in posh bars, sipping cocktails?