What of it? So, I tuned in to see what young Carrie Bradshaw was up to, and okay these characters are younger, the storyline may be contrived, and I adamantly proclaim a strong dislike for the original series, but come on! Gossip Girl* isn't on anymore! My Monday primetime viewing is ruined! What am I without a CW, nee WB, teen drama**?
So yes, I watched the premiere of The Carrie Diaries as I wrote fanfiction--woops. I'm just slipping out with secrets now aren't I?--and guess what I see when my eyes flick from lap top screen to TV screen, but my backpack?
Rewind to my birthday, when all I wanted was a Baggu backpack. Those feisty colored canvas backpacks sold on J.Crew and, yes, Urban Outfitters that looked really cool and made two strapping look hip? Sam bought me one as a present, and I've been cruising on my Schwinn with it ever since. Though, seeing as I've moved and hear gun shots from a nearby firing range--hello suburban Georgia--I have retired my Schwinn riding until I feel that my presence is known and safer. My backpack, luckily, continues on.
It also continues on on the back of young Carrie Bradshaw, who, when she grows up to become Sarah Jessica Parker, a style icon according to Project Runway. Ergo, vis-a-vis, etc, etc, I am cool, like two thumbs, hit the juke box sort of cool. I texted Sam to tell her about my coolness, to which she asked, why did I admit to that? And that sounded like something not to brag about.
Rewind a couple of days ago when we were in her car, headed to dinner, when Sam and her friend basically tore apart the concept of the show. You know the basics: why Disney-fy that entire enterprise, it's nothing without Samantha Jones, why milk an empty cow, how did that young girl turn into the skeleton that is Sarah Jessica Parker?
I did not take part in any of this conversation, though I sat shot gun when it was underwent. So imagine my deflated glee, when my sister dismissed my cool factor.
No two thumbs, leather jacket, and hit-the-juke-box to play for this gal. None at all***.
*Okay, have I come out and say that I watched this show pretty religiously? I don't know how to say it without disclaiming that, yes the plot is so over-worked, and I had to really suspend disbelief with the strength of hulk Hogan. But, dammit, did I want Dan and Blair to get together! Years of watching to see that happen and look! Nothing! Sheesh. Back slash, end rant.
**Need I even refer you back to any post on Felicity or Dawson's Creek? Because they are there my friend.
***You too are asking, why was any of this squawkward aren't you? Well, it's a bit of an over thought. You signed up for that when you started reading this blog my friend.
