When Sex and the City ended its series with Carrie Bradshaw in Paris, the city of love, I didn’t really expect for Darren Star to try to take on the city again. Don’t get me wrong, even though Sex and the City has a lot of issues throughout the series, it was a show I watched when I first moved to Paris and something I could relate to. Miranda’s headstrong, intelligent, independent character, Charlotte’s head in the clouds innocence, Samantha’s sexy attitude and Carrie being a writer. Somehow, I saw myself in all of those characters. With age, comes wisdom, and today I watch the show with a different opinion.
With Emily in Paris, I did not once see myself in Emily. From the wide-eyed wonder of Paris, to the fashion, to even her struggles… as a foreigner living in Paris, I just could not relate. As a woman, Emily’s personality was off-putting. When I looked up the production team, everything made sense. Most of the people behind the scenes are men, and this whole season just felt like what a man believes a woman’s fantasy of Paris to be… and a boomer writing what they believe young women today are like. Emily felt like the modern version of Carrie Bradshaw… and oh boy, can I tell you that women are more complex than that. Another thing that truly bothered me was the whole idea of influencers. The whole debate around the new way of marketing could be a whole other blog post, because I actually do believe that society writes them off. What I didn’t like was how this show made the days when people came to Paris to study art, cinema, history and literature seem so distant…
What I can’t deny is that the show was a sense of escapism during this time of uncertainty. The scenery made me fall in love with Paris all over again. I didn’t stop talking to myself (“oh! I know that place!”). It motivated me to go out and take more pictures of this photogenic city. Seeing multiple people’s in-love reactions to the show on Twitter and Facebook because it takes place in Paris, made me, again, realize how lucky I am to live in this city. Yet, for me, there were a few big mishaps with the show that I believe could have been handled better (and even would have made for outstanding stories) and things that just… were presented poorly.
When 2017 started off, I was in a rut. I parted ways with my then host family due to scheduling issues, I had just finished up my first semester at the Sorbonne which was highly stressful and in all honesty, I was pretty worn out by a lot of personal things in my life. Jump ahead a few months, and though I am still struggling some mental battles, there are a lot of things to be grateful for in my life at the moment. Continue reading “2017 For Now”→
If we were having coffee, I would ask you to come to my house. I would set out a table full of cookies (or biscuits as the English and French would say) and talk about how confusing the Paris weather has been. This morning it was raining and this afternoon it decided to be sunny and slightly warm. Continue reading “If We Were Having Coffee: Art, Presentation and Doubt”→
When I was a teenager, I thought I knew it all. My parents always drove me crazy, and they ~ didn’t understand ~ me. I was a moody teenager who was lost and angry and expressed myself through theatre, music and writing. That was all I ever wanted to do. When we moved to Indiana and I had the problems I did with my high school administration (explained in this post), I felt even more lost. I was not going to be able to do college like any typical student, and getting my degree was going to take longer. So after graduating, I did a year of community college, worked two jobs and still did not feel satisfied. It just wasn’t what I wanted to do. So I decided to take a year off and head abroad (honestly, it was only suppose to be a year!). Continue reading “A Decision to Start University at 21”→
No one told you about the loneliness. Not the happy, look at the Eiffel Tower loneliness… the sitting on the couch in your tiny studio apartment when you realize you haven’t spoken your native language in days loneliness. The loneliness of realizing that when you speak English, you start mixing all of the languages, and you begin to feel like you do not speak any one of them correctly. The loneliness of wanting to do things you used to do all the time – especially at this time of year. Pumpkin patches and hay rides, pumpkin carving and drinking apple cider. No one told you about how things back home change. How your best friends move on, move houses, break up, hook up… How your sister is no longer 15 but actually now 18 and will be going to the ballots to vote. Another important event in her life you will miss. Continue reading “What No One Told You About Being an Expat”→