Sara O'Rourke

The Real Sex And The City



Posted: Sunday, February 22, 2009

by Sara O'Rourke

Sometimes I re-read my articles, trying to find myself in my own words. I try to recall what I
felt and what I meant. Finding a sense of identity is crucial to emotional balance. These teenage years are the hardest; when everything's either up or very far down, with no real via media. It can only get better.
 
At least, that's what I thought.
 
At times, I have my girly moments, and indulge in some seriously female-targeted low budget reality television. There's something about cheap shows that makes the drama so much more raw, and I love it. Recently, however, I started noticing a whole new parallel to these shows than first meets the eye; one that shows desperation and a general feeling of being lost in the big city.
 
Entire television series are produced around the lives of women out in the world who gear, it seems, every dimension of their lives to attract, please and keep members of the opposite sex. By this, I mean that they work out, diet, pamper, and even steer their careers or move house to the approval of men above themselves.
 
These are women from the age of twenty to even forty-five or upwards, and still the game is the same. They suffer the same treatment, endure the same playful yet incomprehensible banter, and for the most part, end up feeling confused and purposeless. I was genuinely looking forward very little to growing up - I like the many advantages of youth - however, one thing I was eager to leave behind a little further with every birthday were the trials and tribulations of relationships.
 
These are women with great success stories - many of them are powerful career women or proud single-parents, with impressive experiences and bubbly personalities. Though they are diverse, what brings them together is the fact that they all need a man to answer all their questions, to make them stop wondering and worrying, and working so hard all the time.
 
These women have granted me the ability to feel disappointment. Strong and beautiful, they do not need anyone to make them feel any self-worth, and are wasting their time searching while life passes them by. Rather than focusing on themselves and being happy, they get themselves tangled in webs that just conjure sadness and hurt. They seem in such a rush to find the right man that they're tripping at every hurdle, forgetting to jump.
 
When I watch now, all I can think is that I don't ever want to become that way.
 
I have things I want to do, and places I need to be. In my life, things are going to have to fit around me.
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I like this article Sara, very well said and the last line
 
"I have things I want to do, and places I need to be. In my life, things are going to have to fit around me. "
 
made me think .....spoken like a man ;)
 
You may already know what this means and certainly older women will.
 
Men generally do live this way which is perhaps why many women may at times feel inadequate, second or third best and last in the pile of people or things to consider. The reason being is that we do mainly tend to put our men on pedestals and revolve our world around them. Rightly or wrongly this is how it is, perhaps because we are by nature nurturers and like to take care of others or perhaps because this is how we desire to be treated.
 
Reasoning aside, I think having your own goals, aspirations and interests is admirable, just be aware that when you fall in love, these aspirations may also fall...........out the window.
 
Keep a copy of your article close as a reminder NOT to let this happen. Men will respect you for holding onto your dreams and following them.
 
You are a bright young woman and have a bright future ahead.
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