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I just had an extremely important phone call with my little sister, Jennie. We talk several times a week and discuss all manner of things. No topic is ever off limits between us. What we think of Obama and his health care plan. The importance of getting a good eyebrow wax. The sad demise of Sandra Bullock's marriage. And the delicate question of who our mother will live with one day. The jury is still out on that one, by the way.
But this time I wanted to know which Sex & the City character I was most like.
Me: Which one am I?... I'd like to be Carrie.
Jennie: Honey, you're not Carrie.
Me: OK then, am I Charlotte? I can handle being Charlotte.
Jennie: Oh my gosh. You're SO not Charlotte, either.
Me: But I adopted a little girl from China, doesn't that make me a little like Charlotte?
Jennie: Not really.
Me: Then, who am I?
Jennie: long pause......You want to be Carrie, but in reality...you're Miranda.
And there it was. My lifelong identity struggle summed up in a single sentence. I want to be a Carrie, but I'm really a Miranda. I've never even had a therapist wrap it up that tightly. But I think it might be true.
I'd like to be the happy-go-lucky, fabulous style, trend-setter Carrie. But in reality, I am the practical, all-business Miranda.
I'd like to be the girl embracing life with reckless abandon, but I am the smart,no-nonsense one embracing life with a tad of cynicism.
I'd like to be fun and flirty all the time. But in reality I'm a little tightly wound.
I'd like to constantly switch between brunette and blonde, but I'm a redhead. Wait. That's not true. Maybe I just found the one way I am like Carrie.
I decided to watch a few SATC reruns to see if I really was more like Miranda than the others. That's when I heard Miranda say this: "I have low self-esteem but I express it the healthy way, by eating a box of double stuff Oreos."