There are certain shows I watch simply for a feeling of comfort; "Basketball Wives", "Love & Hip Hop", "Jersey Shore", "Sex & the City". I can, and definitely have, watch endless re-runs of these shows and not become bored of the redundancy of it all simply because these shows remind me of times of calmness and happiness. For example, how I'd watch BBW with my mom, how "Jersey Shore" reminds me of home because it literally is, and how watching "Sex & the City" for the first time while away at a college in extreme proximity to NYC contributed to my love for the city growing even deeper.
Naturally, my fandom for "Sex & the City" smoothly transferred to its' spin-off, "The Carrie Diaries". LOVED the first season. Watching young Carrie Bradshaw's journey to becoming the strong woman we already know she'll become is extremely relatable to the many viewers who are making that transition into the world. Shit, it reaffirms for me that I'll still become the strong HBIC I've always envisioned myself to become despite all the bullshit I've encountered along the way that convinced me I must have veered off track otherwise.
Carrie's growth throughout the series is consistently inspiring; small-town girl taking NYC by storm, gaining major connects with a well-established publication, efficiently making herself a highly valuable asset at said publication, and so on and so forth. This is what we know Carrie for. This is why we watch. According to last week's episode, not no mo'!
Find out what kind of dumb fuck move Carrie made last week after the jump.
