A little backstory. I have a similar story to Carrie Bradshaw's but the L.A. version. My career in my twenties was in fashion advertising. First in Beverly Hills with the Rodeo Drive designer luxury stores, then later at the "industry bible," Woman’s Wear Daily, a hundred-year-old garment industry trade newspaper. Civilians think Vogue is the bible. But the industry insiders find the trends and the hot lists first in WWD. I was a designer shoe and purse addict with a small group of confidants and an overly inflated ego, I was California Carrie Bradshaw. I related to her, loved her, and worshiped her. Sunday nights were dedicated to Sex In The City, and Monday mornings were for the chatter about the clothes, the men, and the career decisions.