Duchess Digest: Forget Barbie – I want to be Carrie!

By Jill Brown

There’s a new reality show called in town called Genuine Ken: The Search for the Great American Boyfriend. I’ve seen the billboards whilst stopped at many a traffic light in the greater Los Angeles area and wondered, “Does Barbie have it all?” I mean growing up she was the epitome of the gal with everything. She had great fashion, her perfect boyfriend Ken, a body that defied genetics, various Malibu dream homes and countless horses, cars and other “necessary” accessories. She also had every career and experience a woman could ever dream of having. Trip to the moon? Barbie’s been there! Veterinarian by day and Disney Princess by night? Barbie has the licensee manufacturing rights to make it possible! She has me and my sister’s favorite toy growing up and I’m sure one of your favorites as well.

But now that I’m a woman and I’m starting to sadly realize I can’t realistically be a school teacher, Rocker, Dentist and paratrooper all in this lifetime (thank God for all my reincarnations to come!) of mine – so as a grown-up I need a new just-out-of-reach but still somehow attainable female role-model. Who will she be? These and other important questions were mulling around in my brain when I happened to have an internet outage that stopped my Apple TV instant NetFlix watching and was forced to rely on DVD’s on hand. Horror of horrors! But don’t worry, this is not a scary story – salvation was at hand and came in the form of . . . Sex and the City: The Movie!

Yes I put on the ultimate chick flick movie (the first, not the second, even I have limits and the second’s unwatchable) and basked in Carrie’s fairytale existence. She’s just real enough with her heartache over Big that I can relate to her, yet just perfect enough with her toned arms, career as a writer and seemingly bottomless spending account for clothing that she’s aspiring for me to reach. And that’s when it struck me: forget Barbie! I want to be Carrie! She’s the grown-up Barbie doll for me! Here are just a few of the things that are both preposterous and wonderfully realistic about Carrie’s character that I love:

  • She never ever ever has to cook, go grocery shopping or stock her fridge.
  • She never cleans.
  • She uses the oven so infrequently she keeps Vogue in the stove.
  • She can afford a Starbucks daily on her writer’s salary.
  • She can afford to eat out every night in Manhattan with her girlfriends on her writer’s salary.
  • Her girlfriend’s are awesome and support her success.
  • She marries her dream guy.
  • She can afford a penthouse with her dream guy in New York.
  • She carries around bags of Monolos, Louboutins and Choos like it’s nothing. No big deal. Just fifteen thousand dollars worth of shoes this week – love that writer’s salary.
  • She gets to have a photo shoot with Vogue.
  • She gets to walk in a runway show in Fashion Week in NY (that one really excites me!).
  • She falls in the fashion show and is still adorable.
  • She stay miraculously toned and skinny yet never works out or starves herself.
  • She gets to go to Cabo with her girls.
  • She’s a columnist and a writer.
  • She’s fabulous!

The saying goes, when I was a child I played as one, but now that I am a woman I have set aside childish things. I would argue, however, that a more accurate saying for this aspiring writer, Duchess and once-child, when I was a child I played with Barbie, but now that I am a woman I have set aside Barbie for Bradshaw. My days with my plastic dolls are over, but my fascination and love for the Bradshaw Barbie of my adulthood will always be in vogue.

Jill Brown is a Los Angeles, California-based coach and writer. She earned her Bachelors in Humanities and Sociology from USU and is a member of the National Association for Conflict Resolution and the Ladies Who Launch Network. She is the founder of “The Duchess Guide” a website dedicated to helping women become their most fabulous selves for dating success.  For more on The Duchess Guide or Jill visit: http://theduchessguide.com/


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