The difference between Sex and the City and Girls is that the former made its audiences want to live the glamorous, yet contrived lifestyles of the women it portrayed, whereas the latter, though equally as unrealistic in its own right, makes you wish for death before you end up as fucked up as its characters.
My friends and I were once discussing which of the Girls characters each of us are, and it makes you realize that being likened to any of them is a slap in the face in one respect or another. You're either an adorable though infantile virgin, a feather-wearing free spirit who is susceptible to impromptu marriage, an anal-retentive social climber with control issues or a socially awkward whiner who suffer from OCD.
I would take Carrie Bradshaw over any of those. At least if there's going to be an unsuccessful wedding, I want to wear a big dress and smash some flowers, as opposed to... I don't know a flower crown? Lets be real though, I'm no Jessa. I'm a Marnie through and through, plastic dress and all.
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