Sex and the City
Okay, I’ll begrudgingly admit it, Sex and the City is a grossly inaccurate depiction of life as a single thirtysomething in New York or any city for that matter. No, sleeping around that much is not realistic and nobody really pays you to write enough to fill that closet, but so long as we are aware that the show is nothing more than a far-reaching fairytale, Carry Bradshaw and her friends are the perfect accompaniment to a day where you don’t feel like un-burrito-ing yourself from your duvet.
