by Briana Applewhite ’13 

 “Before there was sex, before there was the city, there was just me, Briana Applewhite.” Yes, I’m well aware that I’m stealing a quote from “The Carrie Diaries,” but it is for a good reason. Since the early 2000s, I’ve been obsessed with everything “Sex and the City”, but more importantly, Carrie Bradshaw.  Her witty disposition, astute takes on love and her outrageous 90s fashion-sense are simply majestic to witness. Let’s face it, I wanted to BE Carrie.

In the past, I’ve been told that I was more of a Miranda, with her tight lawyer suits and weird bob/asymmetric haircut (my dismal, pessimistic attitude probably gave me away) but I refused to accept it as my reality. I knew I had to make a change so I started with clothes.

To say I stepped up my style game would be an understatement. You name the store, boutique or vintage shop, I was there. I often skipped dinner and bought Vogue instead because I felt it fed me more. I became well-versed in the art of power-clashing circa Carrie 2001 and I owned it. Plus one for Briana.

 My next step was to become alarmingly good at giving advice. Carrie was always the voice of reason for Samantha, Charlotte and Miranda, and she always analyzed others’ messy love lives with a clear head. Luckily, I’m naturally fabulous and I’ve been known to give out great words of wisdom and tid-bits of inspiration to anyone willing to listen. Plus two.

But what’s a Carrie without the City? Unfortunately, my lifelong dream of living it up in New York just isn’t in the cards right now. The city that never sleeps will always be calling my name, but I’ll settle for the steady, mild-mannered city that is DC. Plus three.

 So there you have it. I have completed my transformation into THE Carrie Bradshaw. The only thing that is missing is my Mr. Big. Any takers?