Cynthia Nixon, Sex and the City
Credit: Everett Collection

I always enjoyed Sex and the City, but even though I was a single working girl in Manhattan when it premiered in 1998, I never really related to it. My lifestyle wasn’t — and still isn’t — anywhere near fabulous.

But cut to last night: It’s 10 years later. I’m now in my early 30s, still single, and watching a repeat of the Season 2 episode “Four Women and a Funeral.” It’s the one where Miranda (Cynthia Nixon, pictured) buys her own apartment, chokes while eating takeout and has to give herself the Heimlich maneuver on a moving box. Recovered but still somewhat hysterical, she phones Carrie, who’s all, “Why didn’t you call me?” (Perhaps because she couldn’t speak, Carrie.) Later, the fear that she’ll die alone and only be discovered after her cat has eaten half her face overwhelms Miranda, and she has a panic attack that sends her to the ER — where Carrie agrees to replace Miranda’s out-of-state parents as her emergency contact. I don’t want to get too personal here, but let me just say that the moment that episode ended, I dialed my friend Eva, who lives on the opposite coast, and left her a rambling message about how we need to come up with some kind of code that I’ll tap out on the phone if I can’t speak, and she’ll know that it means I need her to call an ambulance or the police.

Your turn. What Sex and the City moment finally got you? And does that moment make you more excited for the upcoming SATC movie?

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