We Should All Be Mirandas
Hello, my name is Shan, and I'm a proud Miranda (with a Samantha rising).
As a teenager of the 90s, I first discovered Sex And The City one late night back in 1999 as I was flicking through the four channels offered on TV back then. It was after 9pm on a school night (ooh!) when I stumbled across this new show that had fascinating characters in New York City talking frankly, openly – and at times, shockingly – about sex and life from the perspective of (shock! gasp!) women, something that was unheard of in Aussie society at that time. (Yes, I'm *that* old.)
And while SATC hasn't aged well (#awks) and is probably the source of most of my misguided adventures in sex, partying, and trying to figure out all this (*gestures vaguely*) throughout my late teens and all of my twenties, I still learned a lot of great lessons from the ladies, and I'm a proud OG fan of the series.
Except for that second movie. That sucked ass.
Filled with chapters spewing forth the gospel according to Miranda, including advice on how to survive a threesome, the virtues of building a sneaker collection, and The Miranda’s Guide To Not Treating Yourself Like Shit, this snarky, funny, so-fkn-on-point practical parody is the ultimate guide for anyone who survived the 90s/00s pretending to be a Carrie or a Charlotte, but want to embrace their true inner Miranda now that they’re older (and a f*ckload wiser).
Pair it with:
If you don't drink a classic Cosmopolitan while reading this book, are you even a real Miranda? Get a head start on yours with a bottle of Mr Consistent’s Cosmo Mixer – just add some top-shelf vodka, and you'll be set quicker than you can say ‘Manolo Blahnik.’
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