WORDS by KATARINA QUINN
I first watched Sex and the City in my early 20s, broke and just post-breakup, in desperate need of my favorite cure for heartbreak—a good binge-watch. Carrie, Samantha, Miranda, and
Charlotte were an escape for me. Their clever banter and obscene jokes made you want to join
them, and their glamorous lives made you want to be them. I was making cosmopolitans at
home, resisting the urge to chain smoke, and immersing myself in a version of Manhattan I’d
never seen. It didn’t matter that I lived in Astoria and could barely afford cab fare, let alone
Chanel; I felt like I was right there with them, gossip, judgment, and all.
