|I made it hot pink. |
But who cares what I think. What would BRIDGET think...that's the Subject line after all.
Bridget lives in London, and she smokes and drinks a lot. She no doubt fancies her Urban Family as an extension of the SATC gal-pal group, and she thinks she's the Carrie of the group. She would never tell Tom that he's the Samantha or tell Shazzer that she's the Miranda, but she and Jude have discussed how they are Carrie and Charlotte respectively. Sure, she figures they are all less shallow and heartless, but GIRL POWER, right?
Wrong. For a long time, she convinced herself that Daniel was her Mr. Big. When she throws out all of the self-help books and jams to Chaka Khan, THAT is the moment her eyes are finally cleared. She tosses all of her SATC gear (including I'm a Carrie T-shirt) into the bin as well. No more playing the eternal victim. It's time to choose happiness. It's time to believe she deserves it. It's time for Mark Darcy.