“You’re such a Miranda.”
The comment was flung my way with a sneaky lashing of side eye and a smile.
The topic was the 20-year anniversary of Sex and the City, the cult television series and book revered by a wide reaching cross section of women from Xennials to Millennials.
We were deep into discussing whether the series that launched Sarah Jessica Parker’s career and suddenly cemented the words ‘Manolo Blahnik’ into the TV-viewing public’s vocabulary would still be as shocking today as it was when it debuted in 1998.
That’s when my colleague and regular Mamamia Out Loud co-host Jessie Stephens wielded the knife.
“You’re such a Miranda.”
You see, my firm view is that Miranda Hobbs is the unappreciated, unsung hero of the entire show.
But, as indicated in this comment, this is not a view that’s held by others.
Listen to the Mamamia Out Loud team discuss why Sex and the City is such an enduring success.
Miranda is bloody awesome.
Her opinions cut through Carrie’s flouncy non-committal commentary like a razor thin stiletto. Her unapologetic short hair cut and clashing red lips take your preconceptions about femininity and show them to the door.
Her tell-it-like-it-is rebuttals, fearless, structured, power gender-neutral suits and her china white skin are a kind of sexy that transcends boobs and butts and long locks.
Miranda drinks coffee, buys pies and enjoys battery operated devices. Miranda knows how to please a man: you give away most of your power.
Miranda wants to enjoy her success, not apologise for it. Miranda’s never gonna be a girly girl, she never will. Miranda is stubborn, likes the remote and she can’t cook. Miranda is going to find her inner goddess if it kills her.
Miranda tells you when you are addicted to bad men, she will apologise when she hurts your feelings and she won’t settle for being treated poorly in relationships.
All while Carrie ‘can’t help but wonder’.
Why wouldn’t you want to be a Miranda?
Of course you want to be a Miranda. ESPECIALLY in 2017, in a world where an ex-reality star who grabs women by the pussy and spreads rumours about them for ‘bleeding’ after facelifts is President of the United States. Miranda would not stand for this. You don’t have to either.
My Miranda crush developed at time I watched the show, which was very late in the game compared to my city-dwelling counterparts.
Like most important cool girl things in life, if it was something everyone thought was the cat’s pyjamas in the 90s or early 2000s, I was reliably out of the loop and into something embarrassingly daggy instead, like saying cat’s pyjamas.
So it’s likely that, like a hipster who hated asparagus as a child but adds it to brunch for fahnsies nowadays, I came to love Miranda at a time when my tastes in female heroes had matured* beyond expensive shoes and walk-in-wardrobes.
I will accept that proclaiming your love of Miranda might indicate a degree of dorkiness about you.
Indeed, Miranda is the asparagus of Sex and the City.
BUT she is the poster girl for sassy smart girls and by god, if the show had launched in 2017, I guarantee she would be the lead character and everyone would love her sick.
And it’s not just her excellent sass, her fierce sarcastic wit and her no-bullshit attitude.
Her wardrobe might be the most glorious secret holy grail of late 90s and early 2000s fashion that you will ever know.
Her superior character arch from stubborn argumentative lawyer, to vulnerable friend and confidante, to the overwhelmed every-mother (who remains an incredible sassy lawyer).
Her important hair evolution.
Her successful career.
Her ethnically and age diverse relationships.
She’s the hero every smart girl deserves and should be universally celebrated as the real hero of Sex and the City.
Why she isn’t? I can’t help but wonder.
(*I’m not mature and I do love shoes.)
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