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'Sex' and the style editor
I wouldn’t say that Carrie Bradshaw is the reason I wanted to become a writer—at least not publicly. Still, the effect that the HBO series has had on me is undeniable, both in my writing style and my wardrobe choices—I wore zebra print pants to the office last week. I should really hate the show for propagating the mythic, glamorous life of a freelance writer—only to have that bubble popped almost as soon as I left my first job interview and my car had been towed—and yet, the love is still there. Even the episodes with character names and plotlines contrived solely to serve the episode’s theme are good. What’s that? That happens every episode? Nevertheless, I still adore it—even if it does make me a living, breathing, writing wannabe. Just call me Sarah Jessica Marcos.
—Marcos Luevanos
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