Everyone has a character. When there’s a group of women together, you inevitably identify with one of them. You’re a Snow White or a Monica. You were probably one of the girls from Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. This doesn’t change with one of our favorite shows of all time – Sex and the City. You’ll proudly claim that you’re a Charlotte or a Samantha, or, yes, even a Carrie. But no one will ever, ever claim to be a Miranda. Why is that? I’m here to say that I’m a Miranda, and I’m betting a lot of you reading are too.
Out of all of our beloved HBO women, Miranda undoubtedly receives the short end of the stick. Women will proudly claim to be a carefree Samantha, a classy Charlotte, or a Carrie who’s still trying to find her way in life and love. Miranda, while smart, rational, and successful in her career, is never who we want to relate to. Why wouldn’t we want to be a power attorney? Why wouldn’t we want all of the success in the world? Why wouldn’t we want to be looked up to and respected? On paper, Miranda is who all of us want to be – but for some reason, we just can’t bring ourselves to admit it.
I think for a lot of us, being a Miranda just hits a little too close to home. Miranda, as a character, isn’t portrayed as a beautiful, sex-driven creature. We want to relate to Disney princesses with the flowing, luscious locks that Miranda just doesn’t have. We all know what it’s like to make great grades while watching our friends get asked out on the dates that we want. There’s nothing appealing or sexy about that. We know that we can succeed at work because we’re all talented, driven women, but we can’t make a man love us. We’re terrified of rejection, and more than anything, we don’t want to end up alone. It isn’t too uncommon for a successful woman to hear from a man that he’s intimidated by a woman of power. We connect with these characters because we relate to them, but also because they represent our hopes and dreams – you’ll say you’re a Jasmine because you relate to her physical appearance and her longing to escape for a new adventure, but you also hope to be swept off your feet (in Jasmine’s case, literally) in a crazy love along the way, all while effortlessly melding the worlds of class and sex appeal. Miranda, however, is just…us. She’s real. She’s flawed like we are. And admitting that terrifies us.
It’s time to stop being ashamed to say you’re a Miranda. No, you might not be the most sexual one of the bunch, but that’s life. There’s always going to be someone hotter than you, or for that matter, smarter than you, richer than you, or whatever status it is you hope to attain. Being a Miranda means that you embrace who you are. It means you’re the crazy, talented, driven, successful woman that millions of women dream of being. You may not get the hunkiest dude at the end of it, but if that’s what you’re after, you may as well sign your first set of divorce papers now because a six pack of abs isn’t going to wake up at 4 AM to change the baby while you get the beauty sleep you need to close that major deal at work. Miranda, instead of “attaining” the guy that screws her over constantly, finds love and security with the man who truly loves her for her and couldn’t feel luckier to be by her side, which is all any of us could really ask for. Miranda’s story isn’t wrought with drama, but it doesn’t need to be. She finds a happy ending without all of the pain and suffering, and you can too. Ignore the cropped cut and the fact that she’s a ginger, and you’ll see that Miranda is probably the closest fit to who you really are inside. Embrace it. Proudly proclaim that you’re a Miranda. And if any Carrie out there scoffs at you for it, show her your pay stub, and I promise, you’ll be the real winner here. .