Sex and The City & Revisiting my Twenties

This week I returned to my Twenties again and rewatched Season 1 of Sex and The City. “Modelization”, “Secret Sex”, “Ab-so-fucking-lutely”, “Frenemy”  and all the other terms coined by this amazing series came flooding back. Not to mention the brilliant Rabbit Vibrator product placement that sent us all running out to get it. Candace Bushnell taught a generation of women to open up to idea of a world that we not only owned our bodies but our futures.

I recalled the importance of the answering machine. Crouching inside Le Pied de Cochon’s phone booth hedging my options on a late Saturday night. Trying to figure out which ones of the “Scott” was on the phone for me at work. Yes, I dated two Scotts for a bit at the same time. It was exhausting and exciting.

We had to leave the house to socialise. There were no smart phones or social media to keep us at home. We were not bound by what the rest of the world thought about us. There were no Instagram sleuths. No-one got cancelled. Puffy was still Puffy. Although, I guess we are learning more about who Puffy really was back then and now. Puffy aside, we were free and we were marvellous.

We squeezed into small apartments with 2-3 roommates. No-one cared because we were never home. We were not looking to get married, life was about the weekend and where to rent a summer house to party in. We did not sleep a lot, our lives pulsated around us, in us, non-stop and constantly. Carrie, Miranda, Charlotte and Samantha taught us that perhaps our soulmate were our girlfriends and not a man.

Carolyn Bessette was our fashion icon, JFK Jr our Mr.Big aspiration and life was for the most part pretty uncomplicated. My twenties were fucking spectacular. I am not sure our kids are having the same experience. Do you?

As much as I think fondly about my Twenties, their magic was there and then. Would I go back? Nah. I love my life now and this is me now. The serenity and the non-existent FOMO is preferable to the constant low-grade angst of my Twenties. Today my biggest conundrum on a Saturday night is getting my Sonos to recognise all of its parts and playing together and I am good with that. The Scotts, my answering machine and the constant running around was also pretty exhausting.