If Carrie was a hen, what kind of hen would she be?
A more difficult question to answer — perhaps — than one might initially think.
How bout we start with broodiness. How broody would you say she is?
I mean, think about it.
Writing a column — laying an egg. Not really too far apart.
Both are introspective, moody, contemplative business.
Carrie, then — probably what you would call a great brooder.
Well, maybe that’s Miranda’s department.
Or — well — where rooster response is concerned — Samantha’s.
Dutiful, protective mother? Gotta give that one to Charlotte.
And then we’re on to feathers.
Fancy feathered without a doubt. All of ’em.
But in a New York City lookin good even in foul weather kinda way.
Finally — what about these chicks’ behavior?
Go on — take your peck.
Suited for close confinement? Easily handled? A flier? Prefers the free range? A good forager?
Jaunty. Sprightly. Aggressive. Friendly. Haughty. Noisy. Docile.
Yep, sex in the city chicks got it covered.
Definitely make for one helluva good hen party.