Carrie is the narrator and lead character on Sex and the City.
Not only does she write a weekly column called "Sex and the City", but all these articles end up turning into books about relationships and sexual escapades between men and women (primarily centered around her and her friends lives).
She resides in Manhattan, New York and even considers herself in a relationship with the City itself.
Carrie has become an icon in fashion - with her ability to mix vintage and haute couture. Her love of designer shoes like Manolo Blahniks, Christian Louboutin, and Jimmy Choo have even gotten her into massive amounts of debt.
Her relationship with men can be fleeting, but most notably there are two main loves in her life - Aidan and Mr. Big. The later being the biggest love story for her and eventually ends up becoming her husband.
Her family is not really mentioned - and she always speaks about her best friends being her family - Miranda, Samantha, Charlotte, and Stanford.
Charlotte is trying to decide whether to have anal sex with a man she's dating.
Miranda: It all depends on how much you like him?
Charlotte: A lot.
Miranda: "Dating a few months until somebody better comes along a lot", or "marrying him and moving to the East Hampton's" a lot?
Charlottte: I don't know, I'm not sure.
Miranda: Well, you better get sure real quick.
Charlotte: You're scaring me.
Carrie: Don't scare her.
Miranda: It's all about control. If he goes up there, there's gonna be a shift in power, either he'll have the upper hand or you will. Now there's a certain camp that believe whoever holds the dick, holds the power. (Cab Driver turns around) Hello, you're driving! The question is, if he goes up your butt, will he respect you more or respect you less? That's the issue.
Cab Driver: No smoking in cab.
Carrie: Sir, were talking "up the butt", a cigarette is in order.
(Cuts to Samantha now in the cab)
Samantha: Front. Back. Who cares? A hole is a hole.
Miranda: Can I quote you?
Samantha: Don't be so judgmental. You could use a little back door.
Charlotte: I'm not a hole.
Carrie: Honey, we know.
Samantha: Look, all I'm saying is this is a physical expression, that the body, well, it was designed to experience. And p.s., it's fabulous.
I will never be the woman with the perfect hair, who can wear white and not spill on it, and chair committees, and write thank you notes, and I can't feel bad about that.Carrie