Sex & the Single Woman: I’m Sorry. I Can’t. Don’t Hate Me–

Confession time: I might have spent a large portion of my weekend engrossed in a “Sex and the City” marathon. Can you really blame me? It’s so easy to get sucked into the lives of the characters. (And, in case you were wondering, I am a Carrie.)

A lot of the show is very realistic to me — I can relate well to the struggles the women have and I love that it serves as a platform to raise up common issues. One thing that I really can’t understand is how well the characters bounce back when things get them down.

Example: Miranda slept with her hot running partner, and when things down south got a little, um, too hot for her to handle, she used her discomfort to push her into the next mile group in their marathon. I am a two-time marathoner and while I appreciate using men as fuel to fly, I can’t say that one has ever propelled me to trim a full 26.2 minutes off of my marathon.

There are many other cases in which the women are devastated, but pull themselves up oh-so-easily onto the next man. Even when Berger pulled the ultimate faux pas and broke up with Carrie via Post-It, a joint and a night out on the town seemed to cure her of heartbreak.

While I admire these women, I can’t help but wonder what happens when you can’t just bounce back? How do you get over love lost? Should we pull a Carrie and paint the town red, or are we forced to really that things in real life really are that different from the silver screen?