you heard it here first: the girls prefer aidan

the votes have come in and the verdict is unanimous

Rain or shine, depressive or thriving, wine or tea, there is only one show that ever hits the spot for me: SaTC. As I am currently on my third rewatch, I feel like I have reached a level of insightfulness into the characters and their personalities that only comes from hyperfixation. I am also unemployed and have a lot of free time on my hands. Thus, I conducted an online poll based on a theory I had in order to see what others thought. The sample size? My Instagram friends :)

Disclaimer: I haven’t seen any of the movies nor do I plan on watching And Just Like That…
Also if this sounds vaguely misandrist please bare with me, I am going through something.

Younger me would have loved the idea of Mr.Big; because of his suave way of speaking, his mysterious never-ending income, and the famous SJP and Chris Noth (who has since then been cancelled) EW photoshoot. He’s exciting. He takes Carrie out. She looks great on him, and he drives her crazy, to the point of stalking his mother at church—but then, honestly, haven’t we all been down so bad we lose all sense of social boundaries?

Aidan, on the other hand, is homely. He’s comfortable. He builds Carrie a chair. He makes an effort for her friends (remember when he took Miranda to the hospital?). He makes his feelings known and isn’t afraid of commitment (unlike Big, who is definitely over 45—soooo embarrassing for a man at this big age). If it seems like I’m leaning towards Aidan, it’s because I am—and so are all the girlies in my DM’s who have unanimously voted for him; except for the ones who misunderstood the assignment and chose Steve, another top tier male SaTC character. Someone also pointed out that Big is definitely a Republican. Most guys, on the other hand, chose Mr.Big; he’s cooler, less lame, more interesting, etc etc.

This is when I come back to my theory—the girls prefer Aidan because he sounds like he was written by a woman. He’s like an Upper East Side Mr. Darcy minus the generational wealth and RP accent. He’s what we graduate to after our teenage infatuation with Robbie Jennings. He’s what we wrote fan fiction about.

Now that I’m grown and pushing three-oh, I can confirm that Big is the last thing I need in my life. Imagine dating someone who is a decade older and leads you on for six years. This is also on Carrie because, as my friend said, “who the FUCK gets led on for six years?”

For some reason Y2K media made us believe that a man will change for the right woman, but I think it just reinforces the idea that women need to be rehabilitation centres for someone’s undiagnosed son. I think it also encourages endless patience when we date, which in this economy is a scarce resource and should be directed elsewhere.

It is astonishing that, although I was raised by the most loving and selfless dad, I still keep making such questionable choices in my romantic life. One would think that I should have a great standard that was set for me, and it must be incredibly frustrating to witness—kind of like watching Carrie make the same mistakes over and over again for the literal plot.

I will end it on this note: my theory has been confirmed, and we really do like an honest, open, soft-spoken earnest partner who can build us a chair and renovate our apartments. I think we’re all collectively tired of fucking around and finding out. I would actually like to find out less.

Here’s a picture of Mr. Darcy because I just rewatched Pride and Prejudice (2005) and I love him.