Daily Cookie

I must confess that I am addicted to three television shows right now; well, two really because one of my favorites recently finished its season or aired all that they had in the can before the writers’ strike hit (wahoo its over!).  They are all about women living and working in New York City. And they are best friends forever.

These babes are no stepford wives or desperate housewives. They are high powered and high polished. They dress to the nines and dine in style. They walk tall in the city and run in heels all day and night (no sneakers with suits for these yummy mummies). And most importantly they balance work and play. . . or at least try to (otherwise the writers would not have any storylines).

I can’t decide which show I like best or which characters I like best. So I am going to continue to watch and love both. Each week, I find myself giggling, yearning, relating or sympathizing with a lot of the girly issues. It is a great escape and also, an inspiration to be better personally and professionally (one must to afford all the Manolos and Chanel). Granted, I know I am also watching to check out the fashion (I so wish I had their closets and they even inspired me to buy some new bras) and to view the latest and greatest nail and lip color but I am also watching because I know the importance of true girlfriends. And so do the writers of each show, a fact they banked on.

Maybe subconsciously, or maybe not, for some reason at the end of each week (I DVR them and then watch back to back), I text my posse and try to schedule lunch dates or make plans for drinks. It’s funny how our lives can be so overwhelming and all encompassing sometimes. And I swear as we get older, time goes by that much quicker. But these characters always have time for their friends. They talk every day, they meet for lunch, they meet at the end of the day for a martini, they laugh together, they cry together, they shop together and they are always there for each other.

I realize life does not always imitate art and these girls are only characters. And unfortunately not everyone has an executive title, is on some hotshot list, has a daily stylist, lives on the park, wears the latest Fendi suit or has domestic help that looks like a young Brad Pitt, but most everyone has a few friends who help define who they are without all of the above.

I write this tonight as I sit in my kitchen in my favorite girly camouflage sweats and a tee shirt that says “New York City” across my chest to challenge my friends and to really challenge each of you. Call your BFFs. Find the time. Share your life. Tell stories.  Make lots of plans. Gossip.  Get silly. Shop for shoes. Plan your next strategic move at work.  Talk about boys.

Be a girl.