I've always wanted to write something about this modern urban women's bible, but I haven't said it yet. Until the day before yesterday after watching the movie version of "Sex and the City", I finally felt it was time to write.
First, give two "verdicts" to the four heroines.
Charlotte: The girl who never grows up. Like pink, love to dress up dolls, childhood fantasy tall and handsome Prince Charming, drag the wedding dress and towering wedding cake. She has delicate features, a sweet smile, and is well-behaved. She must have been the perfect first love in the hearts of male students since she was a child. No wonder Charlotte, who is in her 30s, can't help but miss the love that a goodnight kiss in her teenage years was enough for. I always felt that Charlotte was suitable for living in China in the 1970s and 1980s - she would definitely be a popular daughter-in-law candidate.
Miranda: A top student at Harvard Law School, a legally pretty woman who doesn't allow men. I am familiar with women like this, who are always clear-headed, articulate, and resolute. If they are mediocre in appearance, they are strong women; if they are not beautiful and attractive, they are a rose with thorns, which is admirable but awe-inspiring. Rational people always want to use logic to explain their emotions, trying to find the optimal solution from the gender puzzle, but the wise ones will fail. Years after graduating from a prestigious school, Miranda's male classmates have already become elites in the legal industry, and they can easily capture the hearts of young soft girls; Miranda has also become the only female partner of the law firm without showing weakness. Fortunately, there is also Steve behind her. housewife male support.
Samantha: Some people say that she is a real man in a sexy body, and sex is the source of everything for her - direct, ego, and intense. Others say that she is just using physical stimulation to cover up her broken heart, that she is emotionally weak, and that she indulges in sex only because she yearns for true love but is afraid to admit it. I think Samantha is undoubtedly a role model for women who can finally win after the survival of the fittest in the cruel and realistic marriage and love market in New York, but this triumph is at the expense of completely eliminating emotional needs. How many women can do it?
Carrie: The woman of women. If Charlotte is looking forward to family, family happiness, and raising eyebrows; Miranda is a strong woman who fights in the workplace, sword and shadow, and finally forged her own kingdom; Samantha is the master of sex, hunting for fresh meat like a man, then Carrie is a hundred One hundred percent love animals. The family is a man who farms and a woman wove, the husband and wife follow, the career has a brick and a brick, and it is indestructible. Only love is life and death, lightning and flint, a fleeting dream. And Carrie, a true young literary woman, pursues eternal love - eternal throbbing, butterfly in the stomach that never fades - it's no wonder that her life is as incomprehensible as her curly hair. I often feel that Carrie is actually in love with herself, and Mr. Big, who is uncertain and ambiguous, is the best partner in the love drama she directed.
In the movie version of "Sex and the City", Charlotte's adopted Chinese girl chose to disguise herself as the pitiful Cinderella on Halloween, and refused to play the sassy and heroic Hua Mulan. She is a little girl, fantasizing that one day the prince will kiss her to wake her up and lead her to have a wonderful dream. Her mother and three aunts didn't want to shatter her dreams, and didn't want to tell her that the prince might never come, and he might turn around and leave after he did. When she finally woke up, every princess who wanted to find a prince became her own queen, just as every Cinderella became Mulan.
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