I appreciate a well-executed revenge narrative as much as the next person. I will gleefully rewatch Gone Girl, meticulously analyse Villanelle’s methods, and momentarily entertain the idea of orchestrating a decade-long reckoning. However, in practice? The effort. The admin. The logistics. I would much rather take a nap.

As a woman in my twenties, I’ve spent a lot of time grappling with a particular phrase I hear all too often: “You’re too sensitive.” At first, I’d internalise it, questioning myself. Was I really overreacting? Was I just being dramatic? But after some introspection, and a little bit of courage to stand my ground, I’ve come to realise something important: Maybe I’m not too sensitive. Maybe you’re just dickhead.

When we were kids, we were trained to find the one. The Monica to our Rachel, the Ant to our Dec, the one person who would be our ride-or-die, share our chips, and vow to hate the same people we did. And sure, that was cute when all we had to do was argue over who got the red gel pen in class. But as adults? Life is messy, people move away, and honestly, no one has the energy to be that available all the time.

As a twenty-something woman navigating the highs and lows of life: career hustle, dating drama, personal growth, and the constant question of "What do I even want to do with my life?". One thing I’ve learned is that having a solid group of friends is non-negotiable. But it’s not just about having any friends; it’s about having the right kind of friends. And who better to help us navigate these complex friendship dynamics than Sex and the City? The four iconic women from this beloved show each represent a different type of friend we all need in our lives.

In my early twenties, I’ve found myself asking this question more times than I can count. Should I hold on to the bitterness, or do I just move on and let it go for the sake of my peace? And the truth is, I’ve learned that forgiveness isn’t a one-size-fits-all answer. It’s not a simple choice between being a doormat or being "too cold" to let people in. Forgiveness is a journey that’s more about me than the person who hurt me, and it’s a lot more complex than I thought.

Let’s be honest, this is one of those debates that resurfaces every few months like an ex who suddenly "just wants to check in." Can men and women actually be just friends, or is there always a lingering sense of will they, won’t they? Hollywood, bless its drama-loving heart, has spent decades convincing us that platonic friendships between men and women are about as real as my commitment to the gym in January. If rom-coms have taught us anything, it’s that the guy best friend is always one deep and meaningful conversation away from declaring his undying love. Cue dramatic rain-soaked confession.