Posted: Saturday, February 23, 2013 3:23:10 AM
The mere definition of a totally awesome TV show is the show itself, “The Carrie Diaries.” Many girls like me dream of becoming a princess, marrying a prince, living in royalty, and having nothing but royal balls to worry about in their lifetimes. However, “The Carrie Diaries” present a new kind of ideal: learning how to deal with “growing up” while having fun. Simple words cannot explain how unutterably breathtaking the characters are.
Set in the 80s, the story revolves around an amazingly down-to-earth, fashionable young lady Carrie Bradshaw, who just lost her mother to cancer. This undoubtedly stirs up the audience’s feelings of awe and admiration for her. While trying her best to cope with such a loss, Carrie attempts to take on the role of a responsible older sister for her father and little sister. However, that’s not the real good part of the story. Carrie unknowingly falls into the pool of love, for the new kid Sebastian Kydd and for the thrilling new first-time experiences in the city of Manhattan.
Cheesy love lines is how you would describe Sebastian Kydd. Don’t get me wrong because he is not your average pick up line. He can be one of those useless popular guys, or he can surprise you with conversations like this from episode two of the first season:
“I get it, you wanna escape.” Carrie said.
“But not when I’m with you.” Sebastian replied.
And there goes my happy scream. That’s right, I sit here watching this show all hour long every Monday of the week and a guy like him is one of the typical reasons why I watch TV at all.
As if one funky teenage story isn’t enough, Carrie’s close friends including Maggie, Mouse, and Walt also have wild stories to share. Maggie and Walt are perfect for each other, except for the part where Walt is homosexual while Maggie is two-timing due to lack of affection from Walt. Mouse is dating a Stanford guy, causing her newly awaken insecurities to sadden her. Although there are ups and downs, the fact that these stereotyped immature high school students can place so much effort into friendship makes the story all the more lovable.
Whenever I flip the channel in time for “The Carrie Diaries,” I forget the ability to blink, or to think about anything other than Carrie Bradshaw, the hot guys, and unforgettable friends. All teenagers have issues, and obviously me. When these issues are placed on TV with some special ingredients added to it, those issues and scars seem to disappear during the one hour episode. Watching TV is like watching miracles happen, and hoping that maybe one day at least one of those miracles happens to us. I can’t take my eyes off the screen because I’m glued to the fantasies in my heart and psyche; it’s like I’m in love.