Allison Sylte (Content Managing Editor and â€œMirandaâ€): I think weâ€™ve all had one of those days. Youâ€™re with your girl friends, just hanging out and doing lady things, and then the topic of â€œWhich â€œSex and the Cityâ€ character are you?â€ comes up. Itâ€™s inevitable, really.
And last week, it finally happened in the estrogen-charged atmosphere which is the Collegian newsroom. Iâ€™m not going to lie: I think Iâ€™m a Carrie (I know… everyone wants to be a Carrie.). But I was shocked when the people who I thought were my friends, who I thought knew me and cared about me, immediately told me that I was a Miranda.
A Miranda, really? Just because I have red hair? For one thing, thatâ€™s freaking racist! Iâ€™m more than the color of my hair! For another thing, I hate cats, Iâ€™m never going to let a bartender get me pregnant and Iâ€™ll never make enough money to hire a maid.
So you know what? Iâ€™m going to make my own assumptions. Colleen, youâ€™re obviously Carrie, because you have a column. Eastburn, youâ€™re obviously Samantha, because youâ€™re blond and seem to enjoy sex. And Courtney frickinâ€™ Riley, youâ€™re totally a Charlotte, because youâ€™re idealistic and a brunette (thatâ€™s right… hair racism goes both ways.)
And Udell… just so you donâ€™t feel â€œleft out,â€ youâ€™re a Stanford, because if thereâ€™s one person I can see getting married to an Italian gay guy who you give explicit permission to cheat on you, in a wedding DJed by Liza Minelli, that prominently features swans and Colleen McSweeney… itâ€™s you.
Erin Udell (News Editor and â€œStanfordâ€): Um…thanks? Despite the fact that youâ€™re actually comparing me to a man (which is a total bitchy, Miranda thing to do, Ali) Iâ€™m going to take this Stanford thing in stride because, you know what, heâ€™s a pretty legit dude. Heâ€™s funny, smart, bald. Pretty much the only thing we donâ€™t have in common is fashion sense. Also, heâ€™s a great temporary addition to the tight-knit group of Carrie, Miranda, Charlotte and Samantha â€“ and Iâ€™m okay with swooping in, saying something witty and then leaving for a fabulous vest fitting. No complaints here, ladies.
Courtney Riley (Entertainment Editor and â€œCharlotteâ€): Ali, the last time I checked, Colleen was brunette too, so you canâ€™t really discriminate here based on hair color. But youâ€™re right, I do share Charlotteâ€™s idealistic belief that true love is out there for everyone. I certainly wouldnâ€™t mind a knight in shining armour showing up on my Park Avenue doorstep. But my main problem with being named Charlotte is that sheâ€™s way too set on finding a husband. Iâ€™m 20 years old, and Iâ€™d rather have Mr. Right Now than Mr. Right.
Colleen McSweeney (Editorial Editor and â€œCarrieâ€): Ladies, I thought we were above this. Comparing ourselves to the shallow, one-dimensional characters of â€œSex and the Cityâ€? Really? Weâ€™re so much more than that. Weâ€™re obviously far beyond the archaic, feminine caricatures of… Okay, actually, hereâ€™s the thing. I canâ€™t even pretend to be that much of a feminist â€“â€“ thereâ€™s a reason so many relate to Carrie, Miranda, Samantha and Charlotte (And Stanford). They represent so many different sides of a womanâ€™s perspective. And, they date a lot of men. Guess what we donâ€™t do? Date a lot of men.
So why not live vicariously through them! Sure, I could be a â€œCarrieâ€ â€“â€“ even though I think spending $35 for shoes at Target is a splurge. But if it means Iâ€™ll one day date a Jesus-esque mountain man like Aidan, but end up with the secretly sensitive and totally loaded Mr. Big, I canâ€™t complain.
And, if there IS a Samantha here, itâ€™s our own sassy blonde sex kitten, Erin Eastburn â€“â€“ and by â€œsex kitten,â€ I mean the only female staff member who interacts with a straight man on a regular basis.
Erin Eastburn (Photography Editor and â€œSamanthaâ€): I donâ€™t know about you guys, but my goal in life is to live like the characters on â€œSex and the City.â€ Samantha is no exception. Yes, she may be a whore, but sheâ€™s successful, knows what she wants and gets it. Iâ€™m one step there, moving to Manhattan in less then a month. All I need now is a man (who I just use as a stress reliever… not a boyfriend), a high paying job and three girlfriends who I can tell my sex stories to.