Single in L.A.

I don’t think it’s a secret here that I LOVE my “Sex and the City.” I even went through great lengths to get to a pre-screening, gone bust. But that’s in the past.

So, in my down time (is there really such a thing?) this weekend I decided to watch some of the first episodes of the show. Just to see if the topics are still relevant. Is the show really a timeless classic.

Why, yes it is! I tend to be rather candid here. There is SO much more I could say, that I don’t because I have this problem with self-censoring (especially since I know this link was sent to some good church people from back home). BUT, I’m human. So I really want to discuss more, without necessarily putting more out there. More over, maybe I need to reveal more because I think those experiences are entirely relevant to the trials and tribulations of a single girl.

It’s funny. A few people have e-mailed me to say that my tales are very Carrie Bradshaw-ish. I take it as a compliment, but I’m nowhere near as honest as Carrie. Not that I lie. Don’t take it to mean that. I studied journalism in college (as did Carrie). So I’m not just sitting over here blogging out of the side of my ass. I am, and always have been, a writer at my core. Be it screenplays, feature like tales or celeb accounts, it’s all writing. And there’s a such thing as truth in journalism which includes giving FULL accounts to lend to credence. That’s what I mean by honesty. I’d like my accounts to be more full (while still protecting the innocent of course – I HAVE already given the girls monikers.)

On one of the SATC episodes I watched yesterday they talked about the curse on women that are age 30 and up and still single. Being on the doorstep of 30 myself, I can relate! That issue is very real for the girls and I. Of course, we don’t live in New York. So the setting is different. But I’ve found that the plight those four women living in great lives in a thriving city very much mirror that of my clan.

Specifically Carrie talked about being the only single girl left in the family suffering banishment to the kiddie table at holiday meals. I haven’t gotten to that point (yet). I’m still allowed at the dining room table with the adults. But as I approach 30, I wonder about some of the points Carrie and her pals made.

So I’d like to pose a few questions. Does a woman, in this day and age, kind of Scarlet Letter herself when it comes to being single at 30 and up? Do you and your couple friends approach said single woman with a certain type of “I pity you” attitude? Is there some proverbial “handle with care” label placed on us. If you’re a single woman approaching 30 (or already there) do you feel pressured to either be on a Mad Hubby Hunt or justify why you’re single but very happy, fabulous and successful???

Or do you really feel fabulous and love your life and “who cares” when it comes to your age?