A couple of years ago, I stumbled upon The Carrie Diaries books by chance. I had entered a contest in which I won three books, and one of them was the first Carrie Diaries book. I had never watched more than a few episodes of Sex and the City, and I really knew nothing about it. Still, I read the book, and ever since, it has influenced me.
Young Carrie Bradshaw wanted to be a writer, just like me. And after reading the book, I started relating my life to Carrie Bradshaw’s life in other ways.
I worked in a nearby city, so after going to high school like a normal teenager, I went to the nearest big city in professional clothes and worked at art events. Similar to Carrie Bradshaw.
Also as a high school student, I work as a journalist. Similar to Carrie Bradshaw.
I want to be a columnist, but when I went to a journalism conference, a woman columnist said that women usually aren’t syndicated columnists, especially young women. Similar to when Carrie Bradshaw was told by her favorite author that she could not be a writer and that she was not a feminist.
I laugh at things that other people don’t find funny and I long for New York City and I try to explore my dreams. Carrie Bradshaw, though she’s a fictional character, reminds me that it’s not all completely crazy. Not impossible or unrealistic or foolish. Like her, I both go to high school and pursue my career.
Though I’m still in high school, I feel pretty detached from high school courses and high school events. Most of the time, I just want to write articles and interview people and go to art receptions. And of course, watch the Carrie Diaries.