Inspired by Douglas Coupland’s Penguin cover missives to the year 1935, and commenter Alexandra’s encouragement to make my own. I think it would have been a bestseller 75 years ago, eh?
By the way, I am usually classified as a Miranda (according to the internet quizzes, anyways), though I would much rather be a Carrie if I get to choose. I would rather think I have Carrie’s impulsive creativity tempered by Miranda’s dour pragmatism. I often wonder, do we get to choose? What is it about categorizing women by these four archetypes that fascinates us so much?