Channeling Miranda

When thinking about what character form Sex and the City I identify with most, I always say "Charlotte, with a touch of Carrie." Charlotte is the hopeless romantic; she is nothing without a relationship, and dreams all day about marriage and kids. Carrie is always hung up on an ex, and makes stupid decisions because of it. 

But the character I should really be trying to identify with is Miranda. Miranda is still looking for guys like Charlotte and Carrie, and still experiences her fair share of shitty men, bad luck, and heartbreak... but the difference relies on how she handles it. Miranda does a good job of reframing things. For example, when she runs into her ex Steve and his new girlfriend, she tells a joke about it to her friends. Sure, she's annoyed and hurt, and found herself in an awkward situation, but instead of sitting around moping for herself feeling purposeless without Steve. Instead, she continues on with her dating life and continues having sex with whoever she pleases.

What I realized while watching Sex and the City today is that I need to try to reframe things like Miranda does. When I went to the passover seder at Hillel last night and sat right next to the table of white-guys-asian-girlfriends, I almost let it get me sad... and then I realized, hey! this is a situation Miranda would get herself into! And then she would make some funny joke about it making fun of herself or the situation. It would go something like... "I guess I didn't get the memo that I have to have monolids if I want a man to ever look at me again!"

...and it would be witty. And then she would go along and live her life like the strong successful woman she is. I need to be more like Miranda.

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